rneerkat: rneerkat: what part of the alphabet is the wettest? H to O
rabioheab: it’s time for leo dicaprio to give up on his acting career and open a coffee shop called Leonardo DiCappuccino
zombikki: veganasfuck: how many “friend-zoned” guys does it take to change a light bulb? None they’ll just compliment it and get pissed when it won’t screw. this is the best joke ever
A constant stream
A constant stream of smoke floating through my lips fueling my next thought. A constant flow of caffeine flicking my body through the motions. A constant flow of anguish flowing through my veins fueling my anger. A constant flow of hopelessness flirting with my impulse.
Finals. Where panic attacks are the norm and sleep doesn’t matter.
americaninthedeerstalker: rtlstuff: John...
And yet I end up alone every fucking time. I don’t fucking understand.
catswithbenefits: wizardoflizards: catswithbenefits: catswithbenefits: WARNING: DO NOT KISS BIRDS you might get chirpes birds don’t have lips the first sign of chirpes is denial Good thing it’s tweetable
Dream and reality fragmented into life. A mirror, shattered into glittering mosaic pieces reflecting and refracting whatever lie you whisper to yourself next. Realizations as you stare down as the jagged jarring site of yourself staring back at you. How to react? Sadness? Despair? Anger? Choose the sharpest shard and draw a line. Left to right as deep as you’d like. Frustration...
I think I want a tattoo. Nothing big. Just something small on my ankle. Don’t know if I want it on inside or outside yet, but I know I want it to be a nude color with variations of greys. I think I want it to be a Rorschach ink blot. It’s still an inkling of a thought. But I like it.
Up all night? Sweet. Still not tired. So I’m cleaning at 6 in the morning waiting for my sleep meds to kick in. God fucking damn it.
I can’t sleep anymore. I can’t. Too violent. Too scary. Too chaotic. I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. I can’t.
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...– Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via milkied)
Ember, ember burning bright, will you make me smile tonight?
It’s true. You never remember the nights you go to bed early.
A Moment of Peace
Walking, hands in pockets, with my pale face tilted towards the overcast sky. A unified mass of black pea-coats paired with blurred expressions surround me, and sweep me through narrow cobbled streets, past fragrant perfumeries and street vendors, until I stop. And look up. An old monastery: worn grey stone, disheveled, downcast angels with weeds growing along the edges of the steps. The...
oi-dancing-boy: comickit: jengablocktetris: if you ship two professors is it a scholarship? get out #he wants the phd
Still up. Project still in the making. Due in less than 4 hours. Hopefully I get it done. :/
Still wide awake. At this point, just looking forward to the sunrise :)
I am wide awake. I want to finish this project and then go out and get on a bus for the sole reason of looking out the window and seeing the lights going by, and to watch the sun come up. Just like in elementary school.
And there is not a single place that I would...
I’ve found that it’s always late at night that I feel the most desolate. When the most dreadful thoughts emerge, and the monsters decide that it’s about time they got up and did something productive. Making a thought echo in the dark. Whispering that no one will notice me leaving in the inky blackness. Making a nightmare reality. If only I could give them a home under the...
Writings for Winter: What I'd Do For You →
writingsforwinter: Whenever you drink like the world’s going to end, I’ll buy you a kit that protects anyone, human, cat, or alien, from the apocalypse. When you’re wound up so tight that you can barely move, I’ll take a pair of scissors and cut all your strings but leave you just enough left to dangle at the…
“But you are not alone in this And you are...