vaspim:

Sometimes cartoon characters make more sense than real people.

vaspim:

Sometimes cartoon characters make more sense than real people.

(Source: evefeatherstone)

For a time
you were younger
than your older brother,
and the only reason
you are older than him now
is because you kept on living.

From Skin by Kevin A. González (via hush-syrup)

Some wounds don’t heal; they scar

6 word poem (via unsaidwordswritten)

My father
conceived an imaginary son
who writes better poems than I do.

From Skin by Kevin A. González (via hush-syrup)

brittanyferris:

my brain on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/112729753

brittanyferris:

my brain on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/112729753

To die
is to leave the keys inside the skin
and lock yourself forever
outside the body.

From Skin by Kevin A. González (via hush-syrup)

I tend to dwell in the past too much.

(via somethingmagicalhere)

Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

Kurt Vonnegut (via betsyandme)

I hope your forever ends tomorrow.

R.B.  (via sixthcigarette)

sailing-through-stormy-seas:

Water, rain, wash away the pain
But it’s a shame
The scars remain
No matter how hard
Blood always stains

divine-l0ve:

"You have an electric heart
You have battery acid flowing through your veins
You radiate pure energy
You know how to live
You’re already onto your next adventure
You don’t need me
You don’t need me
You don’t need me”

divine-l0ve:

"You have an electric heart
You have battery acid flowing through your veins
You radiate pure energy
You know how to live
You’re already onto your next adventure
You don’t need me
You don’t need me
You don’t need me”

http://cosmic-hope.tumblr.com/post/83592123994/today-is-a-day-that-burns-today-the-walls-of-my

cosmic-hope:

Today is a day that burns.
Today the walls of my home shake like my quivering hands.
Today my teeth are clattering so hard they match my pounding heart.
The snake wraps itself tighter around my throat and constricts.
It is hungry for blood. It wants yours.
I want, desperately, just to breathe…

My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors, and trying to convince my shadow I’m someone worth following.

Rudy Francisco from “My Honest Poem” (via sanciscolove)

I Let Go

apoeticbee:

I remember the day I let go
Let go of the hate
Let go of the tears
But hung on to my future

I grew my wings
I figured out how to fly
I lifted off the ground
Without saying goodbye

Now I feel more alive
My heart has been freed
From this small little cage
Where its been imprisoned my whole life

Gone were the days of sorrow
The days of wandering alone
Once I let go
Of the only home I’d ever known:
Reality.

When you are fourteen, you still need your mom to hold you when you cry and your dad to watch out for you, but when I was fourteen, I stopped being friends with the next door neighbor who had been my friend since kindergarten. When you’re fourteen, your biggest worries should be about the boy who said he had a crush on you or what homework is due, but when I was fourteen, my biggest worry was the thought of living. I disappeared when I was fourteen, I lost myself the night I snuck out to get high with the boy three years older than me and I never really came home

(via wtf-lyss)

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