iopenedpandorasbox:

weallseekthetruth:

(via prettyspices)

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iopenedpandorasbox:

marvellaid:

True story.

(via 9gag)

"You’ve got your fingers snared in my veins. I think it’s time you pulled them out. And I don’t care about the flesh it’ll tear it isn’t flesh that I’m worried about."

"People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love. People just are not good to each other. We are afraid. Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners but it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides.Or the terror of one person aching in one place alone, untouched, and unspoken to."

"He finally paused to take a breath
then looked down—it felt like staring into hell.
The man was seated in a chair before him, silent,
a statue framed in pain and flesh. He thought,
“Oh, what more can I say to sway him? To make this statue speak?
I swear he’s made of stone and I am barely stirring up a breeze."

"

we didn’t have a choice.

Oh, but you had option.
I was your chance to feel complete,
But when I leaned in close to you, you
Kissed your fear instead of me.

You had my hand in your hand,
You had my lip in your teeth,
You had my heart on your sleeve,
You had a chance to breathe.

"

"One last desperate plea. One last verse to sing. One last laugh track to accompany the comedy.Have I been losing it completely? Losing sanity? Or has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me? I know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar break and I’ve been trying to repair it every single stupid day. But won’t the cracks still show no matter how well it’s assembled? can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go"

"Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you’re struggling. Tell me that you’re scared. No,
Tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost. Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it ain’t ever coming back.
Tell me about God. Tell me about love.
Tell me that it’s all of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear.
I bet you’re not the only one does."

"Were you told as a child how cruel the whole world can be?
Did anybody ever tell you that?
Tell me what your purpose is? Who it was that put you here and why?
Did anybody really put you here at all?
And what of those necessities? Like how to cope with tragedy and pain?
Did anybody ever show you how?
When it hits will my heart burst or break or grow strong?
Is there really only one way to know now?"

"And time can be such a funny thing, always moving to the future
Glorifying the past and amplifying the pain in frames and glass.
So was our touch half as sacred as I’ve made it seem
Or just another fabrication of a half-dream?
Just those chemicals, the adolescent love.
Just us trying to grasp onto meaning,"