January 2012
8 posts
sonhosdepoesia:
Run. Run before I hurt you, destroy you. Run. Run before I grow cold, distant. Run.
Because I’m not stable Not able To be functional. I will take you I will break you And I will leave you shattered.
Because I know nothing but Kill or be killed And I’ve been murdered too many times To let it happen again
Get out alive, Leave me behind. Let me go And
Run.
R u n . .
R u n...
“I’d hate for you to be the girl who’s too consumed with her man, so I want you...”
– Joe Budden (via itscarms)
(via ileandeezy) →
36974:
Strange Phenomena of the Mind
yerawizardharry:
Déjà Vu - the experience of being certain that you have experienced or seen a new situation previously – you feel as though the event has already happened or is repeating itself. The experience is usually accompanied by a strong sense of familiarity and a sense of eeriness, strangeness, or weirdness. The “previous” experience is usually...
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
2 posts
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi (via human-voices)
September 2011
2 posts
August 2011
3 posts
“Never let your heart reflect the conditions in which it’s stained.”
– Lupe (via johnerick)
July 2011
1 post
“Nothing has killed me yet. Not even you.”
– I Wrote This For You: The Spiral Twists Me (via kari-shma)
June 2011
1 post
“Complicated is when you don’t know where you stand in a person’s life. It’s when...”
– (via iwasborntired)
May 2011
3 posts
(via may-lathoughts) →
may-lathoughts:
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Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous...
The love of my life.
April 2011
2 posts
“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
– Charles Bukowski, Women: A Novel (via imfantasyparade)
I was never able to fully express myself; the fear of being misunderstood would prevent me from documenting my thoughts, emotions, experiences and so forth. I have yet to make peace with my past, but I’m starting to accept it for what it is. And with that said, what I hope to accomplish with this.. is to find that peace of mind I’ve been longing for and to better understand myself.