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Photo Post Sun, Jul. 27, 2014 143 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 203 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 9,866 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

(via spidervices)




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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)






Text Post Wed, May. 14, 2014 14 notes

here we go.

jaybethlives:

the hills of my vertebrae are lonely,
but tell me something new.

my skin is meant for this lighting,
the pale of my thighs cracking open salt mines,
you would paint me if you knew how.

if you see me differently than others do,
there is no need to apologize.

art isn’t about pretty all the time.

(via birthmark-poetry)






Text Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 70 notes

aspergerhamburgerhamhamburglar:

we stroll down
   memory lane—
get blisters on
our souls.
 our skin— raw,
skulls
  stamped,
autographed
by lovers’ lips.
 our thoughts
   burning—
    red smoke,
 reflective
flames,
 our lungs cower—
we daydream
in a
fire hazard. 






Quote Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 160 notes

“My heart is always trying to be true
to things that aren’t true, loving you
as if you are a monster under my bed
& you are hidden & you are terrifying
& only come out when my room
goes dark, when my soul turns off
all the lights inside of it, when
the moon disappears again, when
somebody has flipped the switch,
& you whisper songs & promise
that your hateful nature can be
fought by gentleness & so
in return I call you baby & I
give you a love to torment,
forgiving you when sharp edges
tear into the thin parts of my skin.
Your face might be trapped
behind a screen & your voice
only imagined, but I swear
that last night I could feel you
crawling up my sheets, your hands
wrapping around my throat
& choking me into infinity.”


Moriah Pearson, loving you might kill me (via mooneyedandglowing)

(via mooneyedandglowing)





Text Post Tue, May. 13, 2014 18 notes

odeofsheobi:

And to love myself
Is a hopeless feat
A fruitless attempt
To make ends meet

I don’t know how
I cannot fathom why
My life is one sad
Lullaby

So don’t bother trying
You deserve more
you’ll never be able
To grasp what’s inside
My closed doors





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