starlightt1234

Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you, to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle, how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away. And your voice is mellifluous, like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call, and you're the sun; the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall- But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you, none define the faultless paradigm you are or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit, but there's no need for any explanation

    It's getting harder and harder to push this boulder around.    It's not depression it's a perpetual lethargy. So I'm not bleeding grey I'm just tired all the time. I don't know why I'm so worn out all of a sudden. Maybe it's because I'm so fucking ungrateful sometimes, wishing for that, thinking she should've said this or he should've done that. It gets me so fucking pissed at myself because I got things people could only wish they have, but I've taken for granted. Anger's a waste of time. It just takes up all the thoughts in your head, all the energy in your soul, and turns them black. Anger's a hurtful thing, and throwing rage upon yo

we sent our letters to heaven because we thought maybe then your mother could hear that you got an a on your math test or that you finally stood up to that class bully but i guess you decided that was a waste of time because instead of sending your letters to heaven you sent a knife straight through your gut and you managed to turn that hoary carpet red and now i have to eke out a life where i somehow manage to live without you.

Parents fighting again. Earplugs on. Again.

I am the Earth. You are the Sun. For without you, I couldn't exist.

I. What is left of my mind that you don't already know? I've split myself in half, and watch you taste my bitter soul, lapping up all my guts 'til there's nothing left of my feeble existence. I'm willing to give my all to these phantoms behind the screen, let thim sink deep down into my very being, a place that should be left for those who's already booked with a special place in my heart. And for what? A meek, sympathetic reply, a side glance at my problems? No, this isn't what I'm doing this for. It can't be. I've fallen in love with this pixelated universe, a place where I can hide from the real world, which holds the source of my

This road here will take me somewhere new, I just have to be brave and walk.

i was in the basement the other day and underneath this decrepit ebon table i found my mother's old pill box it read 'happy' and i thought it was so funny how we left that rotting on some old dusty floor