Welcome to the mirror that shoves past your skin, muscle and bone
I have poetry titles at the top, please stop by and pick one to read and reblog, if you like. Also, please try to leave a source back to me. If you click the title to a poem, scroll down to see it afterward.
Remember all of those photo quotes about how you speak your mind, you're not a bitch/dick, just "honest"? If You don't care if I don't like what you say; then I will take the same respect.
So I might get back into writing. I think my vocabulary has begun to suffer out of sheer withdrawal, and I feel certain aspects of my personality have simply gone dormant and need to awaken again.
Me and my Timmy. :)
Psht, me and my Wolf.
to my friends and family who deal with self-harm
Elke River (via corpses-symphony)
I saw the stars in your eyes,
The bluest skies
I longed to be the moon reflected in them.
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
*calls me cute*
*pulls hoodie drawstrings*
*scrunches into down comforter*
*blushes for ten minutes*
Blue all over this. ;x
I’m only going to say this—I will not answer any questions about it—but taking advantage of someone with psychological issues is the most-cowardly thing I have ever encountered. The actions committed in the absence of judgment define a person and the definition is certainly clear. If I see you, I will probably kill you.