i'm always naked
i looked up into the air, deadly sins and over seized dreams hanging desperately low. i looked to you, your gaze a desperate air of emotional turmoil. you couldnt quite understand what had happened, how you had grown into something you didnt quite recognize; hands that were weak with decay and feet that collapsed inwardly. you felt broken and lost and scared all at once. and thats when it happened. slowly you sunk back into yourself, slowly you faded from the world and took your hopes and faults and passions with you. it was all so terrible. it was all so fast. and all i did was watch as it consumed you, as love and rage burned into one and all that was left was the deathly peak of silence.


love, love, love..

I want things to hurt —
cigarette smoke to burn my lungs,
glass shards to cut my skin,
pavement to rasp against my knees.

I do not want beautiful;
I want a goddamn tragedy.

Meggie C. Royer, from Tragedies (via violentwavesofemotion)
spero by recombiner on Flickr.
untitled by Kumiko_oMochi on Flickr.
She once was by Dr. RawheaD on Flickr.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
J.D. Salinger. (via groggily)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via h-ilsid-e)


sin título by abcdefgheidi on Flickr.

born to die part II by Cristian Tudose on Flickr.