Finding yourself is difficult, without sources by hypocrisies on Grooveshark
This is where sadness breathes...
I'm purple because my blog says so. sup, I'm storm, I'm of age, and I live some place dark. I'm nothing close to simple. my mind works like something similar to Shakespeare on LSD. I reblog things that catch my eye in unique ways, so it often looks like a bunch of cluttered randomness. common interests: pot, piercings, anxiety, psychedelics, pills, depression, tattoos, yummy foods, realism, surrealism, and often a time some really down right offensive shit.

if you also use the faces >;x or :> I will make you my perma-bffl. forewarned. kbai.

Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.
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There it is.

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Posted 1 Sep

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.


On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via aurelle)

This is beautiful, makes my heart ache for you

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Posted 1 Sep


A friend is someone who will hide behind a snow penis to throw up snow jizz while you’re ferociously hugging it.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
- Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown. (via s-adfairy)

(Source: comatosechild, via daddyfuckedme)

Posted 31 Aug