"I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea."
Rumi (via blaqmagic)
(Source: fragmentsofgod, via blaqmagic)
eat your meat, keep your teeth.
You wanna get boned,
You wanna get stoned,
You wanna get a room like no-one else.
You wanna be rich,
You wanna be kitsch,
You wanna be the bastard of yourself.
You wanna get burned,
You wanna get turned,
You wanna get fucked inside out.
You wanna be ruled,
You wanna be fooled,
You wanna be a woman like a man, Like a woman like a man.
The thing about sleep is
The thing about me is my thing with
sleep.
so few and far between - but
when it happens, it’s dangerous.
Because I’d prefer to never wake.
The thing about sleep is
the thing about reality and
I get those two mixed up.
Because the thing about me
is my thing about my head and
my heart and where I
truly belong.
lost in the better parts of my dreams
The thing about what goes on between
the last time I woke up and the
next time I’ll sleep - is that
I can’t tell the difference anymore.
half my time is spent wondering.
and the other half is spent wandering.
(Source: mols, via thefilecabinets)
(Source: sexlovecouple, via weneedwords)
I’m going to die alone.
This is not a sad post.
Video surfaced yesterday of what appeared to be U.S. Marines pissing on corpses in Afghanistan. I wrote a blog post about it.
it’s 15 degrees outside.
The familiarity of my coffee mug and the 7 AM bright lights of my
monitor give me this sinking and warming feeling at the same time.
Either way, it’s a feeling that I have often and know all too well.
And all I’m hoping for is that maybe, finally, today - the time on the
clock will speed up. And I mean actually speed up. Just this once.
because I’ve spent countless entries on countless pieces of paper
begging time to move faster, just long enough for me to be where I really
need to be. Because I feel like there’s somewhere that I really
need to be. And I need time to immediately stop once I get there.
There are other places that I’d rather belong in - especially right now.
This - This place is by no means one of them.
So here I am - Again. Again. praying to the Ink and Paper Gods:
Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Please.
There are other places and memories that I need to be making outside
of these three walls of iridescent lights and shitty coffee.
I really need my possibility moments.
not my familiarity ones.
"I said goodbye again, sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, ‘Don’t look for me again. We are all lost. Goodbye. Goodbye.’"
Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion)
(Source: scaretactics, via theletterwriter)
the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“I have an affinity for you and its starting to gross me out a little.”
Step into this with your airplane parts.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.
Make love to me
like you know I’m better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
