Madness: Now Served in Black and White!

whatlovelybones: I knew you’d be the one to destroy me. I offered my heart Anyway. How did it...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:36:41 -0500

I knew
you’d be the one
to destroy me.
I offered my heart
Anyway.
How did it taste?

Just a Perspective: I don’t fall in love with perfection. I like things fraying and...

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:53:57 -0500

Just a Perspective: I don’t fall in love with perfection. I like things fraying and...:

I don’t fall in love with perfection. I like things fraying and scuffed. My favorite thing from childhood is my pink bear. He isn’t pink anymore. More like gray. And his right arm is barely on anymore. He’s got holes all over him. But I still love him. I loved him so hard he had to be repaired by…

It is very hard to write about feelings you haven’t had yet. Or feelings you haven’t...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 22:30:39 -0500

It is very hard to write about feelings you haven’t had yet.

Or feelings you haven’t felt in a while.

Guys, I promise to do this..

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 00:01:21 -0500

standupforthelove:

whoever re-blogs this, i will put all your URLS in this folder in a word document

starting on 8th on January (1 week today) i will randomly pair up all of you with another URL and you will be their stalkers for the week and tell each other who you are at the end of the week. I will do this regardless of how many re-blogs. Please please please make sure than your ask box is open with anon available.

SO GET RE-BLOGGING!!!!

Aimee xoxo

“If our love has to be proven to people, it’s not real.” My best friend is so deep.

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 20:17:45 -0500

“If our love has to be proven to people, it’s not real.”

My best friend is so deep.

Picking at an old scab, pouring salt in a deep wound, it’s all the same. It’s reliving...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 02:02:15 -0500

Picking at an old scab,
pouring salt in a deep wound,
it’s all the same.
It’s reliving past pain.
Bleed it out just a little more,
make it burn just one last time.
Just to know that I can still feel,
that you’re still here with me.
You’re my favorite poison,
and though you make me sick,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every time I pick at this old scab
and pour salt in the wound underneath,
I promise myself that it will be the last time.
I’ve lost count.
Maybe I should start promising myself
that I’ll break my promises instead.

I’m actually really worried that nobody will ever fall in love with me.

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 01:12:17 -0500

psych-facts: If you like psychology quotes and advice related...

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 02:38:23 -0500

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Thanks for the comment on my post last night. I do apologize for not writing anything; as I fell asleep. I do hope that you get feeling better today. I will try to post some writings later! :)

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 18:02:52 -0500

No worries, I totally understand. Looking forward to reading what you post! And thank you! :)

Hi, you're really pretty, and you write well! :)

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 22:20:01 -0500

Why thank you! :) Too bad you’re anonymous…

lucyquin: He excites a frenzy in me,One I cannot contain.I’ve gone mad, completely mad,He’s plunged...

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 22:45:41 -0500

lucyquin:

He excites a frenzy in me,
One I cannot contain.
I’ve gone mad, completely mad,
He’s plunged into my brain.

He’s made a tiny home there.
He lives behind my eyes.
My every thought, my heart he’s got,
He caught me by surprise.

It all made sense inside my head
Before he cracked my skull.
One by one, until it’s done,
The thoughts of you dissolve.

It’s like you never happened,
The love from you forgot.
Now it’s him beneath my skin.
It’s him in every thought.

Some days, I simply scare myself.

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 02:20:05 -0500

Some days, I simply scare myself.

How I Burn My Midnight Oil

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 02:10:00 -0500

Have You Ever…

…Gone on a drive by yourself

at 3 AM, to the middle of nowhere

just because you don’t want to go home

where they can hear you cry?

…Allowed yourself to be ripped open

again and again

by the thing that hurts you most

just because it’s a comfortable chaos,

and you feel safe in the pain?

…Wondered why,

after years upon years

that one thing can still get to you,

level you like nothing else can,

even though you know

it’s not worth your time?

aswiftsunset: I was born into love,hearing my own breathsin time with yoursand marvelling at the...

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 17:01:52 -0500

aswiftsunset:

I was born into love,
hearing my own breaths
in time with yours
and marvelling at the sound.

Soon after, love
evaded me, and I
was left to ponder
the way it feels
to be alive with
breaking breaths but
dead with shattering atria.

I was born into love,
and it left me so I
could find no choice
but to avenge myself
by writing of the anguish
it caused me;

the day love died
in me, was the day
I became
a poet.

Reblog this if you want a LONG anonymous message saying what they think of you.

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 17:13:19 -0500

Eraser

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 17:05:22 -0500

Just wrote this off the top of my head. Woot.

I hate that I care.
I wish you weren’t here.
But my prayers are futile,
and I refuse to let you go.
You’ve got me in a stranglehold
and I refuse to fight you.

Because I like the way it feels;
it’s all I can remember.
I don’t want you to leave
and take these feelings with you.
Because what would I have left?

You would take the light and the dark
right out of me,
my inspiration would be lost.
But I’d get my sanity back.
But is being sane what I really want?

I wish I could
forget how to remember you
but you are imbedded in me.
I’m done fighting.
Done hoping.
Done praying for an eraser
or an answer.

I have just come to terms with the fact
that you will always be the best and worst
part of me.
You lit the fire,
you stole my sanity,
and I like it that way.
Even though you don’t.

And here’s one with a filter! Yay! That’s enough of...

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:15:14 -0500

And here’s one with a filter! Yay! That’s enough of my face for now.

I don’t normally post pictures of myself, but I felt that...

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:14:23 -0500

I don’t normally post pictures of myself, but I felt that tumblr needed to see my face. Feeling a little gangsta walking around my hood with my hood up. I love December weather.

Paralyzed

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 11:06:34 -0500

hannahnanakins:

Paralyzed

from the brain

to the tongue

to the heart

to the hands.

Too many thoughts,

colliding at the speed

of light,

to form a coherent sentence.

The thoughts terrify me,

cripple me,

I can’t write them out.

I am afraid to see

what’s inside my own head

expressed in black and white.

Paralyzed

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 02:33:07 -0500

Paralyzed

from the brain

to the tongue

to the heart

to the hands.

Too many thoughts,

colliding at the speed

of light,

to form a coherent sentence.

The thoughts terrify me,

cripple me,

I can’t write them out.

I am afraid to see

what’s inside my own head

expressed in black and white.