1. Open your eyes to the cold sweat again
    Glance at the clock with apprehension
    More time burnt out in your lonely den
    Sigh at the desires never to find fruition
    Hang your head like heavy shameful sin
    You dread owning the dismal disposition
    Fraught with the fancies you crave to win
    Bury yourself once more; fucking amen

     
  2. All the rapturous emotions have made me sick

     
  3. 16:01 11th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    too fucking depressed to do anything

     
  4. Destiny is a whore who persuades us into believing in predetermined paths
    You read into events like they were handed to you by God himself
    The death of another is your fortune; your failures were meant to be
    You guard what lies ahead from uncertainty, protecting it like fine china
    But your future is malleable like clay, thus your anxiety is damn absurd

    We are not the product of preordained prophecies spawned by intuition
    The self you’ve formed could have just as easily never been realized
    Your next 20 years can go in any direction, and none of them is fate
    Life is a game of chance with an incomprehensible number of outcomes
    Fuck what is “meant to be,” and chase the risks like you hunger for prey

     
  5. All of my words have been filtered out
    I am a sunken vessel with no treasures

     
  6. she’s a ravishing, towering, mountain top
    glazed in sheets of blinding white
    you’re a crushed up crystalline substance
    waiting to be snorted up by a junkie

    just what did you expect, boy?

    she’s the alluring pattern on the serpent’s skin
    an elegant design with colors so dazzling
    you’re the cicada’s discarded exoskeleton 
    fragmented by the summer’s children

    just who do you think you are, boy?

    she’s the glistening in your tired, sullen eyes
    her smile like an ocean sunset
    you’re the pesky itch on the back of her neck
    she scratches you bare and dry

    just lay your head down, boy
    she’s not yours to keep

     
  7. 23:41 20th Apr 2014

    Notes: 1

    Tags: writing

    life in a nutshell


    You get older
    you realize no one really knows what they’re doing
    things get weird
    and just about everyone loses their god-forsaken minds

     
  8. If you’re dirt, 
    you must have something going 
    beneath that surface of yours
    you’ve got to show some promise 
    and start budding before she leaves
    or you risk decaying to futile soil
    washing away with the heavy rains
    you could have danced in with her

     
  9. 00:32 19th Jan 2014

    Notes: 325

    Reblogged from henrycharlesbukowski

    You lose what individualism you have, if you have enough of course, you retain some of it, but most dont have enough, so they become watchers of game shows, y’know, things like that. Then you work the 8 hour job with almost a feeling of goodness, like you’re doing something, and you get married, like marriage is a victory and you have children like having children is a victory, but most things people do are a total grind, marriage, birth, children, it’s something they HAVE to do because they have nothing else to do. There is no glory in it, no esteem, no fire, their lives are flat and the earth is full of them. Sorry, but thats the way I see it. I could not accept the snail’s pace 8-5, Johnnie Carson, merry christmas, happy new year, to me it’s the sickest of all sick things.
    — 

    Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)

    This quote embodies the reason as to why I’m so determined to keep striving towards being more educated and to continue working towards a desirable future.

    I want to avoid the mundane, typical life. I want to be enlightened. I want to expand. 

    I do not want to become a victim of the thought, “If only I had done something about this sooner,” when its too late to go back on it. 

    Success isn’t finishing college, getting a career, marriage, children, etc.

    At some far off point in the future, I’ll probably be guilty of all of those.

    But to me, success is dying knowing I cured my boredom with a passion for something. 

     
  10. Swaying into the new year with all that intoxicating spirit on your gut
    Clumsily stagger amongst figures, absent-minded with their drunken glee;
    You will not remember the hazy hours leading up to or following
    The hand’s stroke at midnight, establishing the time shift ahead
    One digit higher—one century’s increment more you’ve witnessed
    Having brain waves oscillating haphazardly as you toss balls into cups
    With cigarettes between your lips; you exhale the night into early morning
    Your sullen eyes open upon a dimly lit room and your body perceives
    Having been hit mercilessly by a speeding truck on the free-way
    Pondering the former year’s death and the birth of one anew
    The gloom of having failed to accomplish anything worthwhile
    Stabs at your sides; booze seeps through your fumigated clothes
    But arise, you delicate soul, we are not to be victimized by time
    Granted that we exhaust it delightfully with those we cherish 

     
  11. 23:11 14th Dec 2013

    Notes: 31273

    Reblogged from teachthemtodream

    Expectation is the root of all heartaches.
    — Shakespeare (via psych-facts)
     
  12. That god awful consensus among so many people about “living life without regrets” is one of the most preposterous notions I know. Regret enables us to reflect on our decisions as having been flawed. It allows us to see the destructiveness of impulsivity. It serves as our own monitor for preventing error. We learn from the remorse over our past selves. Who can honestly say that they wouldn’t do something different if they could go back to any desired point in their life? I’d do so much differently. I have numerous regrets. Do I dwell on them in a negative light? To some extent, perhaps, but I also couldn’t live with dismissing these things as mere “happenings.” I can’t change what’s been done but I’ve control of what’s to come. My regrets are what’s steering me away from cultivating more regrets. That’s not to say that I won’t have more, but I can strive to reduce the number.
    But don’t tell me that you don’t have any regrets when you’re working a job you hate, living paycheck to paycheck in a family situation that you didn’t plan, financially stagnant as all hell because getting a higher education is way out your reach now that you’ve buried yourself too deep in responsibilities that you weren’t ready for.
    Regret those things. It’s human. It’s okay. Don’t be in denial with that pseudo-positive state of mind that claims that you’ve done everything right and how this was all meant to be. But don’t let that keep you from having an authentically bright outlook on your future. You are where you are now because of what you’ve done. And you can either keep treading along with your ignorant, careless philosophy or you can resent how you’ve wasted so many opportunities and work towards getting your shit together.
    Don’t live life without regrets.
    Live life without telling yourself that you can’t do any better.

     
  13. 21:06 5th Nov 2013

    Notes: 24191

    Reblogged from sigillum-diab0li

    image: Download

    fuckinqlame:

Brand New - Guernica


*too. 

I am TOO weak to be your cure.

Someone fix this pls.

    fuckinqlame:

    Brand New - Guernica

    *too. I am TOO weak to be your cure. Someone fix this pls.

    (Source: spiritdsire)

     
  14. 21:51 2nd Nov 2013

    Notes: 9151

    Reblogged from otherillusions

     
  15. 16:52 21st Oct 2013

    Notes: 148

    Reblogged from oceanofcoffee

    lilmeangirl:

set list signed by neutral milk hotel i’m crying

This is the show I saw.So beautiful.

    lilmeangirl:

    set list signed by neutral milk hotel i’m crying

    This is the show I saw.
    So beautiful.