Jan Ironside
nymphoninjas:
"I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you."
The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

(via wmokeseed)

undefinedcollective:

MEIRANESIO
(the others)

skepticalavenger:

whats-an-algebra:

do atheists say oh my god

yep.  we say it any time we hear something that’s unbelievable.

(Source: mondaysarepeopletoo, via oooohbby)

"You’re back again,
and I’ve forgotten
everything I’ve learned in your
absence. I give you my knees,
my thighs, my hands,
and you take them because
you think I know better now.

This is the problem.
I disappear inside of you
and make you fish me back
out when it’s all over.
I call myself Lonely so that when
you come along, I forget my name.

This is the problem.
I don’t know how to keep myself
when you’re around.
I don’t know how to let love
inside and follow after it.
I don’t know how to
keep the keys.

So if I ever tell you that
I still haven’t figured out how
to kiss like I’m not giving
] something away, don’t laugh.
Don’t tell me I’m being dramatic
or that my poet is showing.

I am an empty bed for you,
do you understand?
I am a vacant hand.
I am a broken record that will
only sing your name
and it isn’t pretty,
the way I give myself,
my magic away like it’s nothing.
It isn’t pretty at all."
Caitlyn Siehl, "the Well and the Wisher" (via alonesomes)

(via pfoe)

st-pam:

Pen again. Colours added in SAI.I have a problem with this drawing. And I’m not sure what it is
"You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night. 1934. (via moonlight-driive)

(Source: blackwithink, via nectarblood)

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