February 2011
1 post
catsnrabbits:
what do you call nostalgia for something you weren’t around for the first time?
i think i have that feeling every day of my life
i think it’s a big part of who i am
imagination?
September 2010
1 post
June 2010
9 posts
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
– - Edvard Munch (via rippedskin) (via seagoat, tamburina) (via grouchery)
looking-glass delusions have lost their shine.:... →
3 Almost high on subsided gravity, I remain afoot, a hen flower dangling from a hand, wing of my wing, of my bones and veins, of my flesh hairs lifting all over me in the first ghostly breeze after death, wing made only to fly-unable to write out the sorrows of being unable to hold…
all the wild summer was in her gaze.
(via grouchery)
beautiful
March 2010
36 posts
14697.) i still get butterflies when he i call his...
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14923.) well, i have this superpower, don't ask...
blogsecret:
anyway at school i have been in a few fights, and i’m scared to show my power, because with out using it i’m hopeless. i just wish that i didn’t have to hide it.
14896.) im so scared to turn eighteen in 12 days....
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youarebonbon:
I want to go back across that sea with my hands out, with my hands out. And I will rise from the water—though I’m cold and wet I will be clean. I want to come back from this robbery with my hands up, with my hands up—and I will lie and be handcuffed—take me, I’ll be yours. Dripping wet, just try and hold me, just try and hold me. I am dripping wet and limp.
love mount eerie
February 2010
18 posts
