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Remember when poetry was a question? The colour of love left on cheeks young enough to remember how to break yesterday, but still stain the sun with prayers continuing from the moon. we were laminate flooring, trying to define the rhythm of summer rain. We left hurt on our wrists, and midnight serenaded our hearts. I’ve watched you learn to swim with your breath on your back, and though sleep has never come easy, I still hear you laughing on my nightstand. we’re all broken, sometimes by life, and most often by our selves, but today was a beautiful day. and in my heart I hold a beautiful love. and that is enough.
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I have never been more miserable but working as a psych tech with mentally ill is my calling and I will NEVER back down.
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William S. Burroughs said cut into the present and the future leaks out
When I cut into the past what leaks out is you
— Mark Bibbins, from 13th Balloon
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My tumblr is what the inside of my head looks like.
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i’ve been writing for you. dreaming of you just started again for me. it hurts me to know you haven’t gotten what you deserve. what i would’ve given. these strange hopes and aspirations i have with you. there’s so much i could say, so much i want to say. i want to know and be there in your life until the end. i hope you slept well and soon your heart aches a little less.
I’d love to read it.
My hearts grown as cold as a winter in the Antarctic because I will never be a first option for anyone I never have, I’m just the girl that gets away but why can’t just why can’t someone for once ask me to stay. I am and always be loved but just less then who their heart wants. I don’t sleep much, and my hearts in my stomach but it’s okay because it allows me to think better with my head.
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BITCH WE OUT HERE TAKIN OUR
M E D S
AND DRINKIN THAT UHHHH
W A T E R
Still havent showered but bitch
WE’LL GET THERE
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“Did you inherit a sickness? Did you blame god? Do you believe in God? Do you believe in yourself? Are you still on fire? Did you ever put out the fire?”
— Lisa Marie Basile, from Andalucía
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Alcohol in my veins, sadness in my heart. Agony in my bones, I never felt this way for anyone but her. The one I will never fall out of love with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to be happy elsewhere right? You sir you got so close. A year of my life, felt more than an almost theee year marriage. Fighting like cats and dogs, words of knives with poison on the tips. But no matter how bad it was you always held me as I slept in your room. The countless nights you carried me to the bathroom to vomit from all the liquor in my veins. I was so broken and I built myself back up and you baby boy tore me down. It’s been three days since we’ve spoken. I’ve texted you atleast five times. I miss your voice, so I’ve been filling my body with alcohol and sadness. Like a light rain in a drought the land barley gets a taste of rejuvenating energy just to realize it’s gone again. That was you too me. I love you. I am in love with you, although you will never have my whole heart. Because my little pixie princess has always had it partially for almost six years and one day I’ll move on but u til then she is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on this planet. And I can rwgonize. I am a toxic person. I am not good for anyone around me, but you were supposed to keep all our promises. With tears streaming down my face I sit in this bar in the far corner table and the bar tender comes to me and says oh my little bar baby is back don’t worry I’ll call you a cab once you fall asleep. As I sip this whiskey I just say thank you.
Far corner table girl.
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China is putting Uyghur Muslims into Concentration Camps
This is one of the greatest attrocities and oppression taking place in the world today yet still it is one of the least talked about issues. It’s estimated possibly over 2 million Uyghur Muslims have been put into these concentration camps which China calls “re-edcuation camps” and the goals is to wipe out and clean them from their cultural and religious identity. They have built dozens of these camps with fortified walls and barbed wire fences which they hide from the world media.
China sees Islam as an ‘ideological disease’. Many of the people put in these camps don’t make it out alive due to to the harsh living conditions inside. Many leave behind children who are then sent to government run orphanages and are brainwashed from a young age removing their cultural and religious identity.
Uyghur Muslims can be arrested and put in these camps for the smallest of reasons and every step they take is monitored by the authorities. Facial recognition cameras and high tech equipment has been deployed in East Turkestan turning it into a complete surveillance state. This isn’t fantasy or ‘fake news’. This is happening now in East Turkestan. Don’t let history repeat itself. Share and let the world know the truth.
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Eight months later and we still fight like cats and dogs but the love is stronger. We are fighting but I dont know what for, for us. I’ll be five thousand miles away in the states hoping in janurary you will come find me and we will run off into some fairytale life where I get to be with my bestfriend but I’m the kind of person that lives in a nightmare.
Just salt on the wound, your lips on mine oh how sweet. Although I know they are still constantly on another’s, and I will still come
When you call. I’ll still sit and stay because at this point I don’t have much else to hold. But you’ll never know, you think I believed your sorry. You think I trust what you do, you think I believe you. I don’t I don’t trust you but for now you fill the gap. Don’t worry In a months time I will leave you. And by then you are going to fall for me and I’m sorry to say, I fell out of you.
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Our love isn’t easy, it’s isn’t soft, and it hasn’t been kind. We are like fire and gasoline when we come together the flames are magnificent and hypnotizing but also so destructive everything in its path. We use words as weapons and our bodies as bandages, you are unbecoming of a man and I behave as a child. This isn’t all the time though only some of it, other times it’s like water during a drought. Like fireworks on the four of July your eyes captures every ounce of my attention. Your finger tips feel like satin across my skin, you are unlike anything I’ve experienced in my 20 years of life and will it last I couldn’t guess, we fight like cats and dogs constantly at each other throats because we are just the same. Too much the same, sometimes love isn’t enough but to whatever is in the sky above me I hope it is in our case.
You’ll always have a peice of me. I haven’t loved anyone like this since I loved her.
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I am screaming lmao also this reminds me of @rosewater1997
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