This is where you get the taste of metal in your mouth
crash and burn
baby
crash and burnlike the most beautiful sunset
you have
ever
seen
sometimes you wear black
and when in the sun
specks of dust and millions of little strings
shine on
shine on
shine on
so bright that a lesser man
would be tempted to do some foolish thing
perhaps even try and talk with you
perhaps more
when one plays videogames
there’s but five things to do
be gentle
understanding
gracious
cat-like
and grab the second controllerbut don’t put too much heart into it
as when you will eventually break up
the game machine wouldn’t become a burden
a station in which all your failures are revealed
as long as we walk this plank
nothing can touch us
it’s the certainty of death
of seconds before
that gives us strength and passionas long as we walk this plank
together
there is nothing that can go wrong
unless we let our hands wander away
unless our steps go astrayunless I leave
there is nothing that can make you cry
Indeed, my feline friends, indeed it will.
(via deepseathoughts)
in a week or two
you will feel the full impact
you’ll realize you’re all alone
and that there are signs of him everywhere
every inch of the room will hurtin a week or two after that
the pain will glow harder than radioactive uranium
you will weep and moan
and you won’t want to get out of the bedin a week or two after that
you will walk the earth as if you’re floating
and not the good nor the bad
could be able to touch you
you will still be carrying the wreck on the shouldersin a week or two after that
the wreck has all but been washed away by the rain and the snow
and your mind will start to blossom once again
that there
that there is the moment love finally diesthat perfect, perfect moment
There was once a man
who loved long-winded movie intros.
He had such love for these that he
turned his life into one.
Nothing was simple for him, and
everything had to have an intricate explanation.
Even the simplest gestures. When he brought
you a lily, for instance. Or when he
kissed you under those trees once.
And yet you went with it, well actually you
went with your own instincts and sense of dread,
but that’s a story for later.
So you went with it, with him, and
your life became one of those long, long intros to
his future story.
The one that he never got to actually telling.
the art world enjoys a new Damien Hirst piece
(via primulmeuparadis)
I want you to see me
I walk the streets I know the game
Son
I want you to see meWhen you cry alone
I want you to see me
When you bitch and moan
I want you to see meI love myself so much
So fucking much
That I want you to never spend a second
without seeing meWhatever you do
Wherever you are
Behind your eyelidsRemember
I’ll be there
hello bitches. texts will resume shortly. eat me.
(via fuckyeahdementia)
Don’t blog me. Don’t share me. Don’t instagram me. Don’t twitter me. Don’t google me. Don’t put me in the cloud. Don’t neuro-mesh me. Don’t turn me into a simulacrum you could talk to. Don’t remember me as I have never been. Don’t scour my facebook profile for photos and smart statuses and little jokes. Don’t feed your ego with the broken bits of my ex-life. Don’t say I told you so. Don’t you dare tell me I told you so.
She takes it black
I saw a girl once and
she reminded me of another girl I knew.
She had deep eyes and a heart that could drown a full grown man.But that was before the world ended.
Now the trees have withered and bore their last fruit
and the animals trembled their furs and scales away.
Water has turned grey, the sky has turned grey, the air itself has thickened into a grey sorbet.Memories of green and blue and red and love eat away at my sanity as I shamble around, as we all shamble around.
We, the ghosts. We, the abominations. We, the last.Are you here to find hope again? To be able to sleep silently tonight? To feel that you are not alone anymore?
Listen, there is no hope. It’s time to stop.
(via deepseathoughts)
