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Lost on this blacked out street
I can hear glass broken crunch under feet
The angles are bleeding and the devils in your bed
Your rocking circles spinning round in your head
You almost had it your finger tips brushed warm skin
A breathe away
Now it’s all blood and bullets
Screaming and screaming
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These thoughts replace the dreams I don’t want to face
Left behind stuck in time
Waiting to bleed through these bandages, cus I picked out every fucking stitch
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You are lines and shadow drawn on pillows and sheets
You are sighs and whispers
You are cool light reflected from the moon.
Lazy circles spreading across water
Every curve is warm and wanting
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I still live here btw. I’m losing my mind over Kathryn’s face in this quick moment.

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I sink into her
It’s so delicious I barely notice I’m drowning
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She lingers between the spaces
Laced her fingers through the folds of my dark soul
It’s all hers I’m all hers
She drinks me in and leaves me high
Passing by without a sign more or less in love with shadows and dancing lights across the wall
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I have a dream where I’m bleeding from my wrists
The room fills up and I drown in my own blood
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I while away these hours like they are all mine and mine to waste
I sit and sink in to this black, black pit
And I wish for nothing and pray for more
I don’t believe in religion but will god save me from myself anyway
Days and days are fading into flame
I’m falling to bits because of the things I never said I wanted when it was all consuming burning rage
I don’t believe in tomorrow and I can’t remember yesterday it’s a blank.
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I’ve not posted in awhile
Here is something without a title or anything. Probably lots of spelling mistakes
I while away these hours like they are all mine and mine to waste
I sit and sink in to this black, black pit
And I wish for nothing and pray for more
I don’t believe in religion but will god save me from myself anyway
Days and days are fading into flame
I’m falling to bits because of the things I never said I wanted when it was all consuming burning rage
I don’t believe in tomorrow and I can’t remember yesterday it’s a blank.
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She is a place I can’t escape
I’m forever stuck,17 and so fucking scared of her
17 and I’d rather die than admit that I couldn’t even try I didn’t want to be this way
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What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.
--Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
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I had the dream again
About the blood
I had the dream again
Where I was never enough so I stopped being anything
I had the dream again about the dark and the silence spinning out
I had the dream about the nothing it scares me more than anything
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Why am I me
why can’t I be something new
Why I am I like this. Cut myself open and the darkness bleeds out
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How do I stop pretending nothing is real
How do I silence the violent scream that forever echoes inside my head
When will it all stop feeling so raw
When will it all stop
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Did you just fall open for me or did I slice into you like a knife
Did I invite you in or did you trick your way in
I don’t know
But we are both on the inside now
Can’t see anyway out
We Claw and bite but everything becomes tight and tense till we both scream
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Intro to the 1989 reprint of The Color of Magic the first Discworld book by Terry Pratchett.

“At least ten.” Lmao
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