Her soul!

Her soul is consumed by this longing.


Sappho, from Atthis (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via blissxxo)

my memories choke me and stain my pillow

as my voice becomes hollow

as i trace tear lines

around this space that won’t fill

i feel nothing but this way

and the emptiness stays

you know yesterday i stood outside in the rain

in an attempt to dissolve away or just disappear

or be gone, be back, or be just

i try to see the point but i only see the pain

my dreams cry when they’re slain

did i leave you behind 

or did you let me go

all i know is you’re not here

i wanna believe

but i’m having a hard time seeing

past what i see right now

i wanna be free

but when i try to fly 

i realize i don’t know how

no one showed me how

i wish i could see

that this mess i’m in 

will really work out for my good

you said it would

so if you can hear me

can you give me a sign

cause i don’t feel you like i should

please if you could

my faith is almost gone

i can’t hold much longer

take this cup from me

help me believe

"I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go."

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman  (via larmoyante)

(via abit-awkward)

i wish i could go home, sit on my porch, and pretend mama’s coming home… i need that right now.



my thoughts deteriorate my mind like the drugs that deteriorate my body.

"I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting."

i’m so fucking mad i just went to wendys to get pretzel bun burgers this bitch gives me some dumb ass hamburger. i’m hella fucking mad. if wendy’s was closer i would go back but instead i’ll just do the survey call shit. she got me so mad

Anonymous: i want to lick every part of you


I always say “morning” instead of “good morning”. If it were a good morning I’d still be in bed instead of talking to people.

(via abit-awkward)