Shedding tears to not care…. It’s like wasting the last breath you have to sigh in unhappiness. Don’t do it. Don’t waste tears on the unecessary.
Come Home
“I believe my mother should take you in. Cause then you’re life could be brighter, and you could truly begin to be happy. You’d have your days of ‘why?’… Why it couldn’t be like this in your house? Why did everything seem to crumble around your delicate ankles…? Why were you the adult when your life had just barely begun…? Just why…? But then you’ll move on into the happier times that you are having now and just thank God for giving you a home with light. A home you’re willing to be in all the time. A home that doesn’t tire you and make you want to turn and run. Key word here being home. Not just house, but home. They always say home is where the heart is, and conveniently in my mother’s home is me. So come home baby. Come home.” - Anonymous
~*~*~ AIR GIVEAWAY ~*~*~
so today i was walking around my house and i realized that its filled with so much more air than i could ever breathe in a week. naturally i have no use for the excess so as a thank you for -24 followers i am giving away all this fantastic air*!! it is actual, real air up for grabs here ladies n gents
rules:
- reblog as much as you like
- follow me
- keep your askbox open
- become a satanist
if you win, please send me your address and a comprehensive list of your most deadly allergies and we should probably be able to work something out for shipping
*it is not new air. i have breathed some of it. just a little though
(Source: godheadcomplex)
Music Take Me.
Want this music to drown me. Fill my lungs and overtake me. I don’t want to be above the surface right now. I want the filled feeling of satisfaction. OH gosh where is it. This music isn’t loud enough. This music is enough. Why…? Why…? Music was always enough. Almost more than enough. Now it isn’t even satisfactory. I need a shot of bass. A snort of higher volume. A pill of treble. I need it all to be taken at once. I need a rock symphony of ecstasy. I crave for it to engulf me and carry me away to places I’ve never seen. Then just leave me there. That wouldn’t be too bad.
Liquid Heat
This heat running its course up and down my spine should leave. I feel violent and dangerous. I want to throw things, hit things, burn them. I want it all to be different and not so violent. I can’t stand this liquidity in my bones. Why am I targeted with this heat. Why can’t this be given to someone who needs to grow a spine or activate their “bitch bone”. Mine are both big enough and very present. Please take this liquid heat away…?
Skins!!
One of those tasty sinful shows that no one under 21 should watch because it’s so trashy. Yea, it’s that kind of show. And OMG how delicious are the characters!!! I should be there groupie because I love them just that much!! LOL OH lawd, Who loves Skins??