"Imitation of Life" by @nevercrew.deviantART.com
Personality or appearance? Hahaha
|—||Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via larmoyante)|
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via literalily)|
rainy summer morning
okay this looks like literally the most perfect thing I could ever ever do omg my heart I want itttt ahhhh cant handle it rain + road trips + coffee it’s too much, too much i say
Because the rain brings on feelings of love and closeness but what good are those feelings when at the base of your hands are cold sheets and echoes. It brings the cold draft of loneliness. The uneasy dripping of confusion and doubt. It breaks down your mind and tricks it into thinking about things you have pushed far into the ground. The corrosion unearths all those lost feelings and sets them to be judged in front of the stars. Everything is open and your free to scream out to them for the drowning sound of it’s voice is the only noise that brings me down from the high that you have put me on. It shakes me and soaks me through, washing away all the trenches in my soul that I’ve dug up from loving you. My skin is like wood as I let the wet knife sink into me, my lips turn blue and my fingertips tremble. The shock should scare me but there is an unsettling calmness about this realization. This discovery of reality. I don’t move because every drop is a new consciousness.
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
|—||Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)|