{tabula rasa}

I read a story once about a man so in love with a woman that it hurt him to his very core. He was lost inside himself and dragged everyone else down with him. They ran away together; is that what true love means? Would he have died without her? Would his heart stopped beating and his lungs forget to breathe? Or maybe all that love would consume the space for his vital organs and he would just collapse in a heap. You never know about these things.

when you breathed deeply, 

did you remember what tomorrow holds?

was it for patience or oxygen?

I don’t care which. 

i love you.

slipped out as you went the same way

out the back door.

somehow we are not the periwinkle blossoms of yesterday.

dull gleamed twinkle lost in an array of missiles

guided to worlds threatening to destroy normativity

underwater sinkholes sucked from the fabric of reality.

looking to buy realty in the hole you tore in space 

the wonder of my mind you suppressed

the science that can not put the pieces together again.

the mildly dyslexic stew

tripped in the primordial glistening window

broken glass murals on the fourth wall of a forgotten bedroom.

okaydoke:

if you should be studying and you know it clap your hands

(via get-lost-in-you-always)

my heart writes books on

my face and still you tell me 

you never know my mind

sabyythe:

Don’t you hate it when you’re just writing along and then you think wait would that even is that possible how does this work oh shit RESEARCH

And the next thing you know you have twenty million tabs open about everything from hydrogen engines to the psychology of serial killers to the evolution of the pronghorn

(via portugueseprincesa)

for everyone who is hurting

for everyone who is lost

                               hunting

                               panting

                               dying a little every day.

this is a prayer for you.

because it gets better.

this i promise you.

You get better, too.