January 2011
23 posts
perfectdestruction asked: I didn't know you had an ask box, or whatever.
I'm okay, Ashley. Your writing is still beautiful.
Hope you're okay, girl.
I'm okay, Ashley. Your writing is still beautiful.
Hope you're okay, girl.
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hey y'all
i’m starving and i feel out of connection with everyone, but i’m glad i can make someones day even if it’s not yours.
hallelujah asked: ive been really good! been workin a lot lately. been kinda lonely lately. but idk, im alright, im alive, what can ya do?
how are you i hope youre well
how are you i hope youre well
white flags and black brushes
hallelujah:
(to various persons all at once, part nineteen)
there are oceans between us. there are no waves, no currents, no wind patterns, no fish, no fangs, no sails to try and find my way across. i have been waiting for the wind to blow me into your arms and you shy back into the palms of your hands. i had watched you for years from across my sea, your smirk was something that caught my eye....
negative post of the day
it fucking sucks how deceiving, shallow, misleading, dishonest, deluding, disappointing, fake, victimizing, fabricated, assuming, fictitious, ruthless, delusional, undecided, ambivalent, dubious, hesitant, fucked up, overwhelming, crooked, bent, shady, unfair, corrupt, vile, unjust, and fraudulent people have become these days.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via crepuscularswagger)
stray
i can feel winter shaking my bones. there’s something about the silence at night. you know, being alone in your bed, and all you can carry is a wrong the conversation because your hands are shaking and your mind is adrift in space, or.. whatever. there’s something wrong about dragging your feet across wooden floors that cry to tell you that you’re alive because you’ve been...
it’s only going to get worse.
new storms for older lovers
I guess love’s a funny thing—the way it fades away without a warning. It doesn’t ask to be excused. And when it’s gone—oh, it’s gone—and it ain’t ever comin’ back.
"souls still searching for the light"
i heard the moon doesn’t hang quite as low it used to. i heard the wind faintly whisper your enigma to the stars because the moon doesn’t hang low as it used to. i heard that our dreams are made of dust and we’re all looking for something even if we have to use illuminated spheres. at least we know someone’s listening and even though most of time we are scattered and lost,...
vanishes:
dear life, fuck you
hai guize
you know what it’s like when you pour the contents of your heart, leaving it to decay in all its despair while eyes gaze and read upon the blood soaked words that trace the lining of each and every single letter. what’s a story without the dimensions and layers that no one can understand? i try not to leave most things out.
this is all bigger than me
your lips tasted like peaches, sweet with a mild sting, and your skin was just as soft.
“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
-Franny and Zooey, JD Salinger
life and its unexistant limitations
i feel like moments are starting to hold me back. i’m sure there might be a few things i will never want to let go like being seventeen and believing that this life is real, but sooner or later i will have to support my own decisions. i don’t think i’ll ever be ready to hold my favorite moments in the palm of my trembling hands because i wasn’t made for that. i’m...
moonconversations:
evaporated
by the darkness of thunder,
those blue eyes of yours
not everything will be gold
and i just need to remember not to wish upon the brightest star every single time.