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More recently I have been thinking of death,

Of how I will never escape it

It makes my skin go numb all over

And my heart starts to feel like it isn't there

I wonder to myself how it could happen

All the very many ways and knowing it doesn't matter

What I come up with at all.

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i felt lost until i found you. is that how this is supposed to go?

instead the truth is i lost myself to you. i became entombed and unable to grow.

of course you didn't mean it.

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i find myself unable to digest the regurgitated thoughts you share - from every corner of every tech app you came across today

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If you were any more blind

I'd question your point of view .

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Richard Quain, Anatomy of the arteries of the human body (1844)

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“I must change, with passion, with blood and breath,”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Roger Hunt Carroll, from “O’ Remote Song,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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bent and snapped, collapsed

i hide away for weeks

try to find me, gaze and scrutinize

i am beyond your reach

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I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river. To me you're everything that exists, the reality of everything.

- Virginia Woolf, ''Night and Day''

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Violetta Kostyreva (@violet_violetus)

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Compilation of disturbing witches, wizards, sabbath and monsters in art.

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café coffee

he asked me if i have ever been to a big city

and what i thought of all the lights

when i told him that i hated it there, that i really loved the stars,

he puffed his cigarette and said “you’re so original babe”

i leaned in and asked him to elaborate

over a black café coffee, i learned

he believes women are all the same.

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tis the season

i am grotesque flesh

rotting in slow progress

bleeding profusely inside

screaming to scatter and hide

the scent of despair

rains triumphantly in the air

a deep bellow escapes my lungs

an abrupt collapse

as my spine snaps

bending my bones into shapes unknown

the burning sensation goes cold

i am a repulsive sight to behold

does it make you sick

curious, by the look of it

an intertwined mess

my heart outside of my chest

the ooze of residue all around

remains strewn about the ground

i should have never left my crypt today.