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Photo Post Mon, Aug. 18, 2014 150 notes

gothdollysedits:

☠*.¸¸. ✶ ☠ *♪ ♫
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait,
 Too Swift for those who Fear, 
Too Long for those who Grieve, 
Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not. 
- Time Is by Henry Van Dyke

gothdollysedits:

*.¸¸. ✶ ☠ *♪ ♫

Time is Too Slow for those who Wait,

Too Swift for those who Fear,

Too Long for those who Grieve,

Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not.

- Time Is by Henry Van Dyke

(via gothdolly)




Text Post Wed, Aug. 13, 2014 9 notes

outofherhead:

A beetle spins
Struggling on it’s back
Trying to right itself,
And I watch with
A kind of, morbid fascination,
Having been caught myself
My world upside down
I’ve struggled
Feeling small
And inconsequential, too
In the scheme of things.
I know how this bug must feel
If it does in fact feel.
And so I gently flip it back over
And it scurries away
With not even so much
As a thank you.
I should’ve smashed it
When I had the chance.






Photo Post Sun, Jul. 27, 2014 148 notes

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Link Post Sun, Jul. 27, 2014 25 notes

http://lzlabseesu.tumblr.com/post/93058517114/thesingersgirl-reasons-sepals-petals

thesingersgirl:

REASONS

Sepals, petals, freckles:
Orchis, they tried to put you back together.
These elements are the best that they can do.

Your labellum, a violet pouch,
hangs dour,
weeping for the incarnation
of a flower,
coupling only
with the insect-taker.

Your bulb, a sac…




Link Post Fri, Jul. 25, 2014 3 notes

Romance With the Rain

inlovewithdespair:

In the deepest cavernous soul
A candle flickers dimly in snow
It’s burned at both ends
But such a bright glow
And in reflection of shattered mind
An image that lives for all times
It’s all that’s left
When everything else had died

And it’s such a joyful pain
Tears on your beautiful face
In…




Link Post Fri, Jul. 25, 2014 260 notes

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victim-of-convenience:

Behind the bomb
we planted a garden
said we’d grow old there
instead grew too wise
Roses were just roses
to nettles to dust
Nothing lasts forever, love
least of all us

Over the garden
we carved out a city
a fortress of fear
and doubt in disguise
of fountains for pennies




Ask

Ask me anything, to find out about anything







Video Post Mon, Jul. 21, 2014 14,466 notes

asylum-art:

Fantaisy Digital Paintings by Cyril Rolando

The world I live and the world I make

I once took the world as set

Now I know its not

So i mold it with my

Dreams

Nightmares

Fantasy

Losing my self in another

World

Time

And, place

Never wanting to return to myself

The lust of more 

Adventures

Quest

And, and places to visit

Wondering what could be next

Wondering what person could be added 

Both these i seek so now i return to myself

A boring desk in a boring world to what i made 

Though the curiosity is that much more

For i never know what might happen 

For i never know who i might meet 

This is why i have returned

Till the next time i dream a world again

From scratch on a fresh canvas

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Video Post Mon, Jul. 21, 2014 23 notes

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Photo Post Sat, May. 17, 2014 11 notes

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Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 38 notes

heart surgery

donde-esta-mi-mente:

the sun will set slower
and the tides will break
uneven, the moon will be a wild
animal and my heart will probably go
to the wolves—
but if I can
manage to
wake up, storm after storm after
storm
then I will live
these slow dying days
will finally
pass away

(via birthmark-poetry)






Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 7 notes

A Crossing, Alone

a-scripted-life:

Sailing solemnly
on the gray gales
of May; he walked
the tear-touched street.

The light of the lamps
shone rays of defeat

The headlights shone
in the same way,

over the road
beaming with water.

A crossing, alone
in the same way,

a fast car drove,
speeding ever surer.

In Heaven the headlights
are the warmth of an
unbroken home.

Laying in a sun-touched river,
no longer to cry, never to shiver.

(via birthmark-poetry)





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