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Waves crash along Battered lonely lighthouse Tomorrow she's gone And if not, some, they somehow Are, these, hands, alwaysWell this side of, mortality is Scaring, me, to death

FORGIVE me, father                                             for i have SINNED

((  but i did it all for YOU                 ))

                                         AND I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN.

You have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.

William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via ameliathermopolis)

the reason i sin is because there’s a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell and i sure as shit ain’t climbin no stairs

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You  (via wordsnquotes)

trc + richard siken;;

wishbone + kavinsky

I never even got to live my life…

                        I was just a kid. And I didn’t even get to know what being a kid was like.

                                   THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.                                                                THIS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!

                                                                                  why did you make me this way?                                                                                   what did i ever do to you?

Why did I do this dead meme? Idk.

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Anne Carson, in the preface to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via the-first-of-her-name)

Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, ”More Than Just A House” (via fleurdelecours)

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via wnq-movies)

aut viam inveniam aut faciam.

i will either find a way, or i will make one;   (via princejackdaw)

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via ladystigmata)

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V  (via sumiremiu)

         i have scars on my palms and the insides of my fingers.                    there is blood in my mouth and staining my clothes.                             i have died too many times to count and come back again stronger.

                 ( are you proud of me, momma? are you proud of me, pappa? )

              i wish your mom had been a little stronger.                    i wish she’d stayed around a little longer.                                                                                                            i wish your dad were good.                                                                                                        i wish grown-ups understood.                                                 i wish we’d met before                                           they c o n v i n c e d you                                       LIFE was WAR.                                                                                                         – [ i wish i had more TNT ]

I want to go home. I want to go home. I can feel it in my fingertips how I want to go home.

but i don’t know where home is (November 13th, 2015)

they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

unfinished poems iii // s.z  (via petiteblades)

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I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

Greta Garbo (via icequeenwrites)

darklionheart: 

                                     and behind the mask of m a t u r i t y                                                        that you wear,                                     a pair of eyes belonging to a ( CHILD )                                          stares back at you in the mirror.

                                                 you are not a warrior,                                                           MY LOVE,                                                  you are merely a boy. 

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver  (via wordsnquotes)