mephistos-cafe-lattes:

thequeerunderthestairs:

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THEM ALL JESUS CHRIST

look at the one just sitting all proper on the couch
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lia-pia:

scarredwristsandrazorblades:

diamondsandmonsters:

Stages of depression

I like this because it’s reversible; if you’re laying on the ground you can get back up, even if you’re just kneeling or barely standing, it shows that recovery is possible

It’s really like a cycle
letliveintheend:

band/tattoo blog †

We had entire rooves built under our feet,
kingdoms under our lapels, empires
in the smalls of our growing backs.

I am trying my hardest to call this a poem
but I miss you. My throat smoked its first
cigarette this morning.

No tobacco, just silence. Both of them
line your lungs in black and forget to
keep you afloat.

I’ve dirtied the margins of us
too permanently to ask for another paper.
But I have entire journals to spare.
We don’t have to finish, just
start again sometime.

My 3 AM cieling calls this thing
lonely. My mama calls it bitter.
I don’t know what you would call it.
I don’t know if you would call at all.

We were ready for worlds larger
than our backyards. We were tailors
of hems wider than us, hems that waited for us
to swell into them.

I am trying my hardest to call this a poem
but I miss you. Nothing has shifted
since the first line, so these hems I am left with
need tightening.

Maybe these roofs need
disbanding, these kingdoms need fire.
Maybe I made more mistakes than
I made promises
and maybe this poem only ends when
my 3 AM cieling calls to tell me
you’re back.

My heart is broken. I am broken


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We all love someone way too fucking much.
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