"I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands."
Red is my blood
And white is my bone
But dark is the path
My spirit will roam
Three watch me above
Three watch me beside
Three guide me below
Until safe home I arrive
witching hour. a red candle inscribed with his name.
today he sought me out, and even in the most formal of settings I focus so much energy onto not blatantly gazing at him constantly that I hardly look at or acknowledge him at all.
and then I’ll glance at him and he looks back at me and it all comes tumbling down again.
a conception that brought 21 years of pain
history repeats itself(?)
You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.
(Source: acheloi-s, via agoraphobia-support)
"Each moan makes me crave another."
one of my male friends in college has made it his mission to get me laid by our screenwriting tutor, and in the mean time he keeps sending me pictures of his own dick or himself naked to cheer me up
true friendship right there <3
Robert Morris - Blind Time II and III, 1976-1985
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