leaving bite marked blood trails on candy hips
touching in the bath a rhythm saved for last stop dreaming, its in your blood im choking, i dont know much trust me, i can see it, i love us, believe it we’re touching, we’re seeing -crystal castles
a world in snow swirled with blood of hope’s hearts and wish
ruined. and ruin alike.
you’re so close to the line between ugly and pretty. wish you would cross over.
should have listened to you bright one, unwilling masochist tonight
lately my life has been falling into routine, early rises, cold mornings, and long work-days. upon reaching home i try to study, and generally rinse my mind with movies, music, and reading, and just forget everything. the days i don’t work, i stay up so late, because there is no reason for me to go to bed early, and no one that i have to look my best for. its hard and easy at the same time,...
your lips. your smile. your cheekbones. every word you speak just makes me realise how far you are out of my reach. and the only reason you don’t know this, is because you don’t know me. distance my love.
everybody needs a way. a way to deal with life. some people use their bodies; parties, sex, moments of perfection drawn in haloed liquids. they forget, and remember, in stop-motion. the highs and the lows of their time embrace. others curtain themselves with art, they use music, poetry, photography, as techniques to capture, appreciate and create. all beauty, in and of the world. some need help,...
some more writing for the evening
Amelia continued on down the lonely way, a thin vegetation-scrubbed path weaving between the encroaching tree giants. Tree branches thickened and spiraled overhead, catching the light, leaving little illumination to filter to the ground below. She wondered what she would find within the mountain, and even how she would get there, only having been instructed to follow the path until lights guided...
“Let not my words be ripped from the throat of a horror” - Charlatan’s Host
my mind is so disturbed
im lost and losing