I am not a masterpiece

I am a box of blood
Summer solstice
Thick as mud
Bittersweet
Ill burn your lips
And rot your teeth
They say sweetie and buttercup
But I want to destroy them
Leave the bodies stuffed
I am an animal
Brutish, nasty cannibal
I will kill you slowly
Starting inside
And growing be the pain I impart to your soul, probing
It’s so cold, isn’t it
Wouldnt it make you want to die?
Burn yourself down
Cause in the end its only you
So hide, fight it, push them away.
Dont relate, make fate your bitch.
And never forget you can always say no to that bitch.

feanorr:

plot twist: humanity learns from its history

(Source: tothless, via scandanavianblonde)

cannablonging:

Why I didn’t text you back.

⚪ i was actually busy.
⚪ i’m ignoring you.
🔘 i was high and forgot.

I wonder sometimes if you think about me

And I wonder if you wonder and think the same things

Maybe you remember my smile, the orbital pull of my eyes

And then I remind myself of why I left

When you left me empty

Took me for all I was, miles from home, sanctity and solitude are none

Every lie, how easily you left me behind, not the kind of guy you imposed

But when I put it all in your control

You controlled me, left me jaded, a faded version of the better me

and I promised myself never again would I believe it

and I try to think you think the same, but I can’t believe that

Since you still call me when you’re drunk

Give me some kind of sunken feeling

Tell me you miss me, but you still go home to your new girl and her baby

I wonder sometimes if you gave her the same ring you gave me

Maybe it doesn’t fit her fat fingers

But I refuse to let those thoughts linger, I’ve decided this is a battle I’ve won

Without you, my life’s begun, with me, only me, I am my number one

The Millenials

We know how our parents ended up: straight-laced, stubborn, narrow-minded and seemingly unhappy. The Baby Boomers seem to defy anything that remotely inspires creativity and a different view. They ignore what they don’t know and hate what they can’t understand. But we will be different.

We’ll be a culture founded on art, love and music. We won’t be biased against sexual preference, skin color or nationality. We won’t start wars or throw bombs. We won’t kick people out for wearing turbans or living in Palestine. We won’t have half our generation’s marriages end up in divorce.

We will welcome adversity, share spliffs with our brothers and sisters and talk about making the world a better place. Because at the end of the day, we can’t possibly f*ck it up any worse than they did.

Yes, I am pushing you away

And yes, I am telling you not to stay

I may have no reason satisfying enough for you,

But you are not me and in the end you’ll begin to see,

I am my own first priority. 

There’s something about emptiness I cannot explain

Security in solitude

I’m not vulnerable here

In my turtle-shell oasis

Head under water

Away from the world

With you I am just a fragment

Of the person I am when I’m alone

Like the world has so much more meaning

When you have no one else to share your home

I cannot explain it to you enough

And if I could I wouldn’t be

Because it’s far easier to run

When no one understands your destination.