I keep dreaming about you.
Third or fourth time this week…
I have been recently "traumatized" (my therapist says) by death. A friend and a sort of mentor thought I should blog, as a way to get my feelings out I think.
This will be my random pain and happiness.
This will be my random pain and happiness.
(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales)
Imagine all your feelings are gone.
Imagine everything that makes sense to you doesn´t make sense anymore.
Imagine everything you used to love, you´ve come to hate.
Imagine all you see when you look in the mirror is ugly and worthless.
Imagine all you say is wrong and stupid before you even…
(Source: ieatrabbits)
and I can’t stand it.
Back home, off the run.
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.
It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun.
So I won’t stop dying, won’t stop lying. (are you there at all?)
If you want I’ll keep on crying. (do you care at all?)
Did you get what you deserve? (are you there at all?)
Is this what you always want me for?
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.
It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun.
So I won’t stop dying, won’t stop lying. (are you there at all?)
If you want I’ll keep on crying. (do you care at all?)
Did you get what you deserve? (are you there at all?)
Is this what you always want me for?
Cemetery Drive || My Chemical Romance (via kamehamehaaaa)
(Source: honestlydearidgaf)
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
(Source: luna-linaa)
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