January 2011
37 posts
Anonymous asked: More tumblr questions
Which Tumblrs:
Do you relate with most:
You wish you could get to know more of:
Make you Laugh Out Loud:
Shock you out your socks:
Do you wish to lock lips with:
Do you trust most:
Do you like more than you should:
Do you communicate most with:
What's the meaning behind your...
Which Tumblrs:
Do you relate with most:
You wish you could get to know more of:
Make you Laugh Out Loud:
Shock you out your socks:
Do you wish to lock lips with:
Do you trust most:
Do you like more than you should:
Do you communicate most with:
What's the meaning behind your...
Drunkenness improves my life.
lara-182-deactivated20111108-de asked: Your reply to my "turn ons" post made me smile. Do you have a facebook or something we could chat on some time? :)
matthawthorneisamyth:
Your words are fingerprints. This is a crime scene.
The Lexiquarium: Bonfire →
thewiltedverses:
If only I could go back to the firewood I would, I would, I would Flames licking reflections from the slick of my tongue trails your skin like drool in the wake of a snail If only I could wade like mist beyond the glade I won’t fade, I won’t fade All chartered directions all the songs we sung …
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She stood, stage-lit, shining, Singing simply; sorrowfully, Staring with saboteur-like singularity. She saw. She sensed her sacrificial standing.
Sympathetically, smiling starts. Salt-laden specks seek succour; seperation, Serpentine streams streak southward. She sobs. Sorrowful singing stops; silence surrounds.
She sinks, shaking. Soul shrinking sadness supplants strength.
Suddenly,...
I thought I’d be brave and upload one of my...
You ask me if I’ve missed you. I chuckle, and say a little bit, when the only answer that matters escapes from fissures in my eyes: ‘You are the only thing I’ve missed.’
469.
6wordshorts:
How dare you try; And succeed.
(Submitted by diggingholesforhollies)
msgigglesdani-deactivated201106 asked: well i know one means your in a relationship and you don't see anybody else and the other means you see others so im trying figure out which one is exclusive and which one is non exclusive
“Together, we tumble. I am no parachute. I offer no salvation. I offer a last...”
– Me, to a crying friend.
Random girl on my course: Why do you smoke? You’re smart enough to know that they’ll kill you.
Me: Think how differently I’d act if immortality was an option.
Discovering shards of my sanity seems to have become my major pastime.
All that I am...
I began as a chubby, childlike, child. A child enraptured by his toys, by his talking picture box, by his Thomas the Tank Engine, by colours, by the music his father plays on the battered old thing in the room with the picture box in. By his father’s beard, and the feeling it makes sliding through my, then, large hands. By a mother who enfolds me, who is even kinder to me than she is to...
Wise Words
Me: Pity not the man who stumbles, or falls dead to the ground. Pity instead the man who picks up his feet, and continues on. Whose fight against the world continues. Pity the man who has life, and clings to it stubbornly, never quite defeated by its difficulty. Bowed, but refusing to break. Pity the man who is tired. Exhausted by the mere continuation of his existence. Pity the man who is forced...
Goodnight, Tumblr.
I talk to myself to enjoy decent conversation for...
Morbidity
Somehow, I always knew how it would end; A premonition born from depression, A vision, a prediction. Of a despairing death, A quiet, final, breath, Taken in solitary comfort, With tears on my face.
Crumbs litter my kitchen table, And spill out, to the floor. While in the dust, below, Cavorting demons dance, like madmen, Too sane to be sure.
I slump in my chair, And stare at my broken palisade. My castle of bread; shattered. Reduced to an avalanche of crumbs, Destroyed by a descending, pitiless, blade.
Treacherous demons clamber, cavorting still, Until, hand over hand through my hair, They...
fayedaniels asked: batman
“Where are we? What happened? How did we get here? We lost ourselves somewhere...”
– (via iamnocturnal)
Bedtime
As the pillow kisses my head, I know I am free. I hope I dream of sunrise.
Eye of Tobias: Part One
For a while now, I’ve considered trying my hand at a longer piece of prose. However, my writing inspiration is sporadic at best, so, I thought the best results would come from writing small parts of it when said inspiration struck. Here is the first one. I hope later ones will be longer.
The most striking thing about the railway line was the rotten nature of the sleepers. To Tobias’...
