I'm not surprised the question was already there ( Read more... )

That which is created by the Mind is more living than Matter.

i should've listened.
now everything is fucked.
i'd give anything to go back.
or even now, just to make it all end.
i'll never understand.
we held hope to something that was destined to end in failure.
blinded by something.
there's no trace of it now.

"we're throwing broken bottles through broken windows. talking and walking in complete

am i still holding my breath?
sometimes i'm not sure. i hate that.

pleading for the heart to grow cold like winter.

please snow.

i could wish for various moments in the past but now with the thought that (maybe) it wasn't real and (definitely) it won't last, isn't it stupid to wish for?

What am I doing with my life?
Remember that the only things we need sometimes
are chilly nights and warmer thighs,
'cause there's nothing like being held.

my new nephew was born this morning ( Read more... )

dismiss whatever insults your soul

give up give up give up give up ( Read more... )