you are the mystifying presence that gleams in my mind when darkness tries to shroud over every good memory I control. you are the love that wisps through my brain at the end of the day, when I lay my head down and try to reach out and touch the stars because they seem within my reach when I have your love within me. you are the safety of a gun with the kindness of an innocent child. your arms would be much better used wrapped around my body, holding me so tight as to alleviate any chance of me shattering into irreplaceable pieces.
you see, I was writing this about someone that has not wandered into my life quite yet. I then realized I am a million stars in one sky. my body holds constellations no man could ever have the vision to see and nod their head in acceptance or understanding. I am a million buffalo stampeding through a plain, aching to reach a destination that will never be quite right. I am the bass at a rock show that everyone is a little annoyed by but they thrash around and let the internal music delight their experience. I am both good and bad, and I am enough for myself. I do not need a man to show me parts of myself I already know exist.

cosmicsuggestion:

sometimes you can’t see the moon and the stars but i promise you they are still there, guiding you and sending you love

(via threadssss)

I must stay distracted,
or they will get me.
Day three and I’m dying.
Ghosts haunt my brain.
I ache inside.
I wish only for these
ghosts to be reborn
so that I may be free.
I crave what I cannot have.
I am held back by my own limits.
I ache inside.

Everything simmers

It’s like burning out a candle

and not caring when it

burns your house down.

My home is torn to shreds.

The more I talk, the more I feel

like a game of solitaire.

I don’t think I will ever win

when it comes down to it.

My organs have died from all

the pills I’ve eaten.

And I don’t even care.

Teach me to care.

Anonymous asked: More pictures of your bum

maybe