yuugimutouandatemu:

beautifulgodzilla:

beautifulgodzilla:

THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED

IT GOT BETTER

I kissed a frog and waited for him to become a prince for far too long before he ran off and proved to me that everything in this world is cold and I am cold and I was once as soft as water, I am sure I was, but I had to freeze I had to become unyielding, strong to survive and I can’t feel but I can breathe and I watch others cry but I cannot, only in my dreams can I cry, can I feel, can I reach out and touch someone like I wish I could, but when I was five I saw my mother cry, and when I was six I saw my father broken and small and when I was fifteen I saw god die because I prayed and prayed and he never fixed anyone, I had to fix everyone, I was able to save everyone, everyone but myself and sometimes I can feel a fire burning in me and it has to come out but it can’t and my god can you see it in my eyes, I fear I am going to burn myself out I was always quite good at self destruction even when I sleep I dream of dying and last night I dreamt that I held someone but when I awoke god damn it I felt nothing and I once saw a boy in the subway tunnels playing the drums without hands and drumsticks taped to the stumps his ribs heaving as he breathed and his stringy black hair hanging in his face, and oh his eyes, he was so angry, so full of passion, he too saw god die, and he shook his invisible fist at the sky and yelled like hell that day and I didn’t say anything to him, I just looked but I swear when our eyes met it burnt like touching a candle flame and sometimes when I wake up at night, sweating and shaking all at once, I can hear the beat of his broken drums and feel his fiery eyes burning into mine and another time I found a man dead in a trailer that I had just spoken to not that long before and he was a pretty pleasant guy, always laughing, he liked animals so he was okay by me, but then when I saw him, all slumped over in that chair in the trailer where he lived, he looked funny almost, like he never could have been alive and when he had his funeral no one came, he had no family they told me, and I knew then, that this happy man who owned nothing and knew no love wasn’t really happy and he saw god die too, I see him in my dreams sometimes too, never the laughing him, but the puppet him, the dead one who doesn’t even look real, oh but another time I met life, or a boy like life anyway, fighting the ocean current I was fighting to go save a man not as strong as me, and he was worshipping the ocean, even on that day, his eyes as blue as the tempestuous seas, stormy and alive, why this boy, he would’ve lived in the sea if he could I just know it, he loved it more than his family, it was his family, and when this boy looked at me with those eyes, my god they were so much like the sea I could have drowned and just then I knew he saw god die too, I could tell by the way he worshipped the angry sea, and let her powerful waves carress his golden body, that boy, I see him too sometimes, never said a word to him but I can see his eyes sometimes when the light of the stars remind me of the light of his eyes and the moon up there all alone makes me feel kind of lonely, and his eyes make me think of the cool sea, envigorating, lovely and angry, and he makes me feel alive again and I can feel again when I think of how I felt in the sea with his eyes pulling on my soul like the riptide was my body, he haunts me too, oh but I am always haunted, not necessarily in a bad way, and I am not afraid of my ghosts, and my demons, well I keep them on a leash, they protect me like watchdogs in the dark cold night but I know I want to let someone in how, how do I do that, I once saw a mother hold her childs hand so lovingly, so tenderly, the child had this blonde curly hair and a big bruise on his arm fading from blue to purple to green, and his mother had a matching one on her cheek, they matched the sky that night as the sun set, those bruises, and the mother, well the makeup wasn’t covering the bruise and her smile wasn’t hiding her big scared eyes, full of tears, but her baby, well he didn’t even seem to know he was hurt, in fact he was smiling and curious and happy and I hope he stays that way forever, I hope he helps his mother and most of all I hope he can’t remember when he saw god die, I sure as hell know his mother does,oh god I wish I didn’t remember, I know he’s not there anymore, no Satan either, there is nothing, if there was why wouldn’t I feel why can’t I let myself just feel and the words just come up and they run around my head so fast, so very fast and I can feel the fire in my heart and eyes and I can feel the ocean in my soul and in my mind and I know I will either burn or drown before they extinguish each other because I am all and nothing all at once and I feel nothing but everything I feel kills me and my emotions keep me alive and I know pain and I’ve forgotten love and I’m afraid if I remember my fire will go out, and I will have to kill my demons and who will protect me then, so I continue to burn like a forest fire and rise and fall like the tides and catch those racing words like the lifeguard with the beautiful eyes caught the waves on his surfboard at sunrise and sunset and my fiery heart will beat beat beat like the drums the angry boy with empty arms played and in my passion, in my fear, in my fire and storm, I, who watched god die and my mother cry, I will be my own god and one day, maybe I’ll feel again, maybe my thoughts won’t race so, maybe my heart won’t beat so, but if my fire goes out, if my pain is no longer there to wear like a suit of armor, if I can never walk to the beat of the broken boys drum again, who will I be then? – Late Night Stream of Consciousness (via destin-favorise-la-intrepide)

wxldflower:

ssweet-dispositionn:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Omg

applause for you omg

r3druger:

savoyleather:

Lol yes.

Don’t be stingy.
There’s room for more than one per person!

coochiejuice:

The thing about horror movie situations is imma do my best to help you but if we running and you fallin or we hidin and you whimperin and sobbin, that’s it! I can’t do nothing else for you! You have made the choice to be a damsel in distress and boo this ain’t Camelot I have 0 time to die

sextpert:

sextpert:

I LOVE IT WHEN COMPANIES REPLY TO PEOPLE’S TWEETS ABOUT THEM

image

amazing

girlwhowasonfire:

deans-avenging-angel:

girlwhowasonfire:

Found a better use for the wine glasses

That’s a martini glass

I’m literally using it for milk and cookies does it look like I care about the finer points of debauchery

yukiruma:

tyler posey is the eighth wonder of the world



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yuugimutouandatemu:

beautifulgodzilla:

beautifulgodzilla:

THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED

IT GOT BETTER


I kissed a frog and waited for him to become a prince for far too long before he ran off and proved to me that everything in this world is cold and I am cold and I was once as soft as water, I am sure I was, but I had to freeze I had to become unyielding, strong to survive and I can’t feel but I can breathe and I watch others cry but I cannot, only in my dreams can I cry, can I feel, can I reach out and touch someone like I wish I could, but when I was five I saw my mother cry, and when I was six I saw my father broken and small and when I was fifteen I saw god die because I prayed and prayed and he never fixed anyone, I had to fix everyone, I was able to save everyone, everyone but myself and sometimes I can feel a fire burning in me and it has to come out but it can’t and my god can you see it in my eyes, I fear I am going to burn myself out I was always quite good at self destruction even when I sleep I dream of dying and last night I dreamt that I held someone but when I awoke god damn it I felt nothing and I once saw a boy in the subway tunnels playing the drums without hands and drumsticks taped to the stumps his ribs heaving as he breathed and his stringy black hair hanging in his face, and oh his eyes, he was so angry, so full of passion, he too saw god die, and he shook his invisible fist at the sky and yelled like hell that day and I didn’t say anything to him, I just looked but I swear when our eyes met it burnt like touching a candle flame and sometimes when I wake up at night, sweating and shaking all at once, I can hear the beat of his broken drums and feel his fiery eyes burning into mine and another time I found a man dead in a trailer that I had just spoken to not that long before and he was a pretty pleasant guy, always laughing, he liked animals so he was okay by me, but then when I saw him, all slumped over in that chair in the trailer where he lived, he looked funny almost, like he never could have been alive and when he had his funeral no one came, he had no family they told me, and I knew then, that this happy man who owned nothing and knew no love wasn’t really happy and he saw god die too, I see him in my dreams sometimes too, never the laughing him, but the puppet him, the dead one who doesn’t even look real, oh but another time I met life, or a boy like life anyway, fighting the ocean current I was fighting to go save a man not as strong as me, and he was worshipping the ocean, even on that day, his eyes as blue as the tempestuous seas, stormy and alive, why this boy, he would’ve lived in the sea if he could I just know it, he loved it more than his family, it was his family, and when this boy looked at me with those eyes, my god they were so much like the sea I could have drowned and just then I knew he saw god die too, I could tell by the way he worshipped the angry sea, and let her powerful waves carress his golden body, that boy, I see him too sometimes, never said a word to him but I can see his eyes sometimes when the light of the stars remind me of the light of his eyes and the moon up there all alone makes me feel kind of lonely, and his eyes make me think of the cool sea, envigorating, lovely and angry, and he makes me feel alive again and I can feel again when I think of how I felt in the sea with his eyes pulling on my soul like the riptide was my body, he haunts me too, oh but I am always haunted, not necessarily in a bad way, and I am not afraid of my ghosts, and my demons, well I keep them on a leash, they protect me like watchdogs in the dark cold night but I know I want to let someone in how, how do I do that, I once saw a mother hold her childs hand so lovingly, so tenderly, the child had this blonde curly hair and a big bruise on his arm fading from blue to purple to green, and his mother had a matching one on her cheek, they matched the sky that night as the sun set, those bruises, and the mother, well the makeup wasn’t covering the bruise and her smile wasn’t hiding her big scared eyes, full of tears, but her baby, well he didn’t even seem to know he was hurt, in fact he was smiling and curious and happy and I hope he stays that way forever, I hope he helps his mother and most of all I hope he can’t remember when he saw god die, I sure as hell know his mother does,oh god I wish I didn’t remember, I know he’s not there anymore, no Satan either, there is nothing, if there was why wouldn’t I feel why can’t I let myself just feel and the words just come up and they run around my head so fast, so very fast and I can feel the fire in my heart and eyes and I can feel the ocean in my soul and in my mind and I know I will either burn or drown before they extinguish each other because I am all and nothing all at once and I feel nothing but everything I feel kills me and my emotions keep me alive and I know pain and I’ve forgotten love and I’m afraid if I remember my fire will go out, and I will have to kill my demons and who will protect me then, so I continue to burn like a forest fire and rise and fall like the tides and catch those racing words like the lifeguard with the beautiful eyes caught the waves on his surfboard at sunrise and sunset and my fiery heart will beat beat beat like the drums the angry boy with empty arms played and in my passion, in my fear, in my fire and storm, I, who watched god die and my mother cry, I will be my own god and one day, maybe I’ll feel again, maybe my thoughts won’t race so, maybe my heart won’t beat so, but if my fire goes out, if my pain is no longer there to wear like a suit of armor, if I can never walk to the beat of the broken boys drum again, who will I be then?

– Late Night Stream of Consciousness (via destin-favorise-la-intrepide) Via Neither Gods Nor Kings; Only Man





hicktownkindaboy:

givemeinternet:

I love this post.

^^^ literally


wxldflower:

ssweet-dispositionn:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Omg

applause for you omg

Via That is one hell of an amen.

r3druger:

savoyleather:

Lol yes.

Don’t be stingy.
There’s room for more than one per person!



morethanphotography:

Wild Caucasus Horses by deingel






coochiejuice:

The thing about horror movie situations is imma do my best to help you but if we running and you fallin or we hidin and you whimperin and sobbin, that’s it! I can’t do nothing else for you! You have made the choice to be a damsel in distress and boo this ain’t Camelot I have 0 time to die

Via

sextpert:

sextpert:

I LOVE IT WHEN COMPANIES REPLY TO PEOPLE’S TWEETS ABOUT THEM

image

amazing

Via Once you go Zack you never go back

girlwhowasonfire:

deans-avenging-angel:

girlwhowasonfire:

Found a better use for the wine glasses

That’s a martini glass

I’m literally using it for milk and cookies does it look like I care about the finer points of debauchery


yukiruma:

tyler posey is the eighth wonder of the world

Via NO LIGHT, NO LIGHT...