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I know that you feel me.

That who i am will not be wasted on this life, but you will not only feel me but see me.

You will see me dressed in the colours of light and love and embrace me with the passion of a thousand suns.

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There’s a hell for the bad, but the Devil waits for the kind

If …. only …….

If …. only …….

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I think some how .. forever .. i will just be the creepy girl

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Hold me now, inside your hands

I want to be close inside you, close inside you

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I think maybe it’s time to write you a letter

Your charm, enticed me

Your grace and care consumed me

I fell floors upon floors to your feet

I broke and moulded into what fitted in your world

Friendships shattered and my worst was brought to the surface

It feels like you took my heart for months on end

You kept it but never gave me yours, only enough to keep me coming back for more

I am forever raged at you, but so wrapped within you that I am never strong enough to show you

With one deal breaker you threw me to the wolves, the war path of destruction

Her eyes, more blue than mine, her sent drowned in the excitement of something new

It took me months to realize that’s all I was at first

See you don’t see the worth any of us hold

You see what you want from us

You saw what you wanted from me

But I didn’t give

But she did

And now …… as you call and tell me your stories

As you call and tell me your so called heart ache

That it must come to an end

She will be as broken as me

Because darling

All things come to an end

Just as you will

Fighting for an eternity of worthless use will hurt you more, will break you more

If you’re not broken already

The thing that just astounds me, is I didn’t see this coming

When her who went before me, she knew, she warned even with her broken impaired vision

I believed I was different, I was something more

But nothing is more to someone who sees in only the black and white of selfishness and fear