ill be wasted by the shore when soft wind breaks remind me of fate sealed by creeping metaphors of talking skulls and creaking bones. im that evil man that sits and lurks and creeps and swallows up and for all you know. this ledge is soft dark and freely sits like a stone in the current passing me over in waves of emotion. ill retreat.
a fly drowning in a jar of honey.
oxprettyhatemachinexo: i feel so awkward about myself tonighttttttt. whateverrrr.
i mean i did but it was an accident.
i literally didnt click that button.
bon-bon: The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
Something here is always missing. Something here is never found. You breathe, You bleed, You scream, You sleep, You eat, You learn, You grow, You love, You reminisce, You decay, You die. Yet you still keep looking for what is never found.
inothernews: the sweet, misty misery of morning rain.
artsysauce: sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation
sattuva: why am i such a bore
friedfloralfeast: Smoking spliffs and watching Arrested Development until forever. this person ∆
snapchatting: *sighs for 3 years straight*
robotkin: what we have long forgotten of the decaying bricks, and fleeting lovers, and empires lost. from ashes to dust. what we can now remember keeps us planted not long. we’ll be blown away in the fires and the brimstone, we fall. the quicker your life can breathe, the sooner you’ll be cast to the infinite void of unknown nothingness. alone. and all of those old...
Close eyes, open, close again, forget and fall asleep.
the lines going through the prunes in my hand match dunes in the sand.