your-dead-aunt asked: Hi pretty! I found you:)
Wrong. It’s all wrong. The words, the people. Everything. Puzzle pieces aren’t quite fitting, no matter where you put them or how you turn them. Maybe the stars aren’t alining or something. But whatever it is, it leaves a bad scent in the air. A hair raising feeling. You think through everything that has happened in the past few months and nothing jarringly out of place comes...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
The thing about living behind a mask is that while it’s not much easier, it’s much safer. You lock any bit of vulnerability so far inside you that no one could possibly touch it. But by doing that, you lose a bit of you. You become slightly less human. You still have emotions and sometimes act on them, but for the most part lock them away. Why take the chance for anyone to hurt you.
Wind me up with the key in my back. I straighten up and go through the motions. A smile painted on my face. I walk through the time I have, before I run out of momentum, out of energy and slowly shut down. My heart and brain silently waiting for something to break me out of this clockwork shell but nothing does. So I wind myself up, over and over walking through this world in the same motions.
As soon as forever is through, I’ll be over you.” ~Toto
Colors and Cold
The sky is blue, but the wind is so biting, and cold that it seems so much more grey than it should. But all the other colors seem electrified. Blacks are so deep, you feel like there is something under it. Greens so vivd you’re certain that it’s living. Orange and yellows glowing with warmth. Reds…reds so alive. Your breath freezes in the air, your lungs contract when...
Jealousy is a nasty, nasty emotion. In the end it just makes you feel ten times worse about the situation. No matter what you tell yourself, you can’t seem to get over that intense feeling of your stomach contracting, your blood pumping entirely too fast in your veins, your face burning, and heart breaking. And for what?
I can still feel you lean in to kiss me, I can’t help but wonder if you ever...– (via makethisalifeworthliving)
So I’ve realized I’ve been having…oh about a week of cosmic angst. And it’s weird. First off…angst is just a weird word. Roll it around your tongue a few times, and it almost doesn’t seem like a word. So to me it seems like an odd emotion as well. Which it is. It’s like…a mash of all these different emotions. And it’s no bueno. So my...
How dare you leave me like that. How dare you abandon me to the wolves. Who do you think you are? Ignore my every attempt to catch your eye. Ignore my desperate need for you to notice me. You’re good at this whole abandoning game aren’t you? You’ve done it before and you keep doing it. My blood is boiling at the very thought of you. But then I realize… You don’t...
I sat in my car, watching you bike away from my house for what seems like the millionth time. But this time I watched you until you were nothing but a dot, and finally gone. I watched you with a longing in my heart. Not just not wanting to wait till the next day to see you. But a true, aching, longing. As I sat there, a flood of emotion washed over me. Hurt, anger, fear, fondness, friendship,...
I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to...
You’ve got this hero complex that is going to be your death. You walk around needing to save everyone, but what about you? Whatever happened to stepping out of your comfort zone, all that stuff you used to tell me? How you’d fight for something you dearly wanted. So why aren’t you fighting now? I know it’s not fair of me to ask what I want. But it’s not fair what...