Exposed, Tortured, Ecstatic—

It occurred to me last night, while the moon cried for Xanax, how maybe if I focused hard enough for the right amount of time, I might learn to accept the fragments you left. Perhaps one of these tomorrows will find me walking into the ghosts of you the way I now walk into that cold Parisian rain: compliant and composed, unbothered despite every pore on this skin that clothes my bones begging me to bathe under the fires of the sun.

Jezzini (Parisian Rain on Orbit(X))

Columbus is beautiful, you just have to look around a bit

Choose yourself. You deserve you.

i’m getting a new apartment very soon. i can see the melodrama / wes anderson deco ideas piling up in my head. 

our love burned hot and bright, but baby, not even forest fires can burn forever

burningbridgets (via wnq-writers)

the things we learn right before midnight

what's keeping you from sleeping?

nothing. i'm just not ready to hit the sack.

why's that?

you really want to know?

yep.

okay. but i don't want you to think i'm crazy or leave this bed running, alright?

i wouldn't do that.

right. okay. hmm. so, 24 years ago, on the eve of my birth, my mom decided to deliver her child in a graveyard. the city's farthest most forgotten graveyard. she's an artist, though; a lover of contrasts & a chaser of the dark.

oh

july 21st, lost in the depths of a summer night amid traces of grief, sorrow & dried petals, my mum gave birth to a baby she’d almost immediately hold between her arms. i don't remember this of course, but i've been told she murmured:

'hey, little one. i need you to think of death as your friend. a mutual. an ally. a confident.'

from that day on - my entire life, basically- i've never slept before midnight.

i stay still by the side of my bed, patiently waiting for my oldest friend to come sit by my side.

once he shows up, we tell each other how life treated us that day in our own sides of the realm.   we then hold hands & together, we end the life of yet another day.

- @skinthepoet

‘But, I love him.’ the Sea whispers to the Sun. ‘I know,’ The Sun replies. ‘But I’ve loved him longer. I loved him first.’

The Fall of Icarus - Commentary  | p.d (via lostcap)

I will write about you until my hand aches and my heart does not.

purpl-reign  (via wnq-writers)