"I don’t insult people, I describe them."

—Unknown (via goldenruless)


I would have stayed if it meant
talking to you on those wooden stairs all night
I’d have slapped mosquitos away
and listened to you compare yourself to your father
until the sky grew pink

If only you knew how much I meant it
when I assured you of your talent
your wit
your possibility
I should have pretended I’d drank more
and kissed you on that couch
made a fool of myself again
just so you could taste how much I think of you

You can do great things
Things that will cause your father to
scratch his beard and ask for more details
Things greater than the small town you grew up in
I just wish you’d do them with me


Greater than the town you grew up in, by Lora Mathis   

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via snowdealer)

posted on September 17th 2014 at 9:37 via empathesque © psych-facts with 28,659 notes -- reblog
Title: Broken Crown
Artist: Mumford & Sons
Played: 16937 times

So crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down
I’ll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight our choices seal our fate

posted on September 17th 2014 at 8:58 via grishildr © levitalize with 3,068 notes -- reblog
Title: Inna-l-Malak (Byzantine, Arabic)
Artist: Azam Ali
Played: 151 times

Inna-l-Malak — Azam Ali

posted on September 17th 2014 at 8:19 via arielshepard © rawpleasures with 31 notes -- reblog

Son of a frog fucking tree biscuit whore bastard godFUCKING SON OF A—

I’m going to have to take my laptop in the pc shop. It downloaded an official update which broke it.
Which means I’m going to be on my old laptop for a while.


posted on September 17th 2014 at 6:03 with 0 notes -- reblog


The wolves howl for you,
and we are breaking our bones in this forest

In this treetop of wants,
in this body full of timber,
in these spaces where you prowl out of the door
and my arms freeze open to the shape of your waist.

like this -
stone cold waiting.

This is how we do:
the beasts cry for you, teeth bared, incisors falling out of their mouths, snarling guttural at the moon.
I do the same.

I leave my gentle at the door and at your feet.
I leave my surrender wide eyed and holy-mouthed.
You crawl back into our bed sometime after midnight,
blood in your teeth and clutch my hair in your fists

lift me by the neck and taste the back of my mouth
hands around my throat - surrender
we break our bones together.

You take my spine and hold it between your teeth.
Shake and release. Shake and release.
I touch the ground with my toes and you bury all your brutal in places that it cannot be lost.

I hold your face and tender you
and we break our bones together.


—Azra.T “Howl”  (via 5000letters)

posted on September 16th 2014 at 11:21 via grishildr © 5000letters with 1,227 notes -- reblog
Title: Come On Get Higher
Artist: Matt Nathanson
Played: 14465 times

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love ~

"I carry the battle in me."

A Six Word Story | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

posted on September 16th 2014 at 10:02 via enlxght © backshelfpoet with 5,887 notes -- reblog
Title: Where Did the Party Go
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Played: 77203 times



Where Did The Party Go by Fall Out Boy (Save Rock and Roll)

You know I only wanted fun.
Then you got me all fucked up on love.

"She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her."

—Tom Waits, speaking about his wife  (via awakeningofpsyche)

"You say you can’t live without me but can you live WITH me?"

—my OTP. (via jonathon-jack)

posted on September 16th 2014 at 7:25 via stakings © bamhelps with 12 notes -- reblog