I feel bumps along my hands,
home to the gravestones and
ghosts of the people I once
held close but lost, nevertheless,
to a cruel world and unjust hearts.

I know they still haunt me even
though they should be long gone
in their worlds and I am just an
enabler to all of these chills
but I can’t help wanting to
keep them around for they
were people I once loved.

I can tell they are slowly killing
me but I don’t seem to care
because I keep on believing
that if I just die now,
I’ll be able to meet them again—
but I’m not entirely sure I can
take seeing others hold their hands
as tightly as I once held them.


Skeletons that never left my closet (via ink-trails)
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How can emptiness be so heavy?

Six Word Story (via drupahti)

wow..

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lhatethisplace:

wwhatevvah:

harleynoir:

welldiggersdaughter:

Sanctuary. by alexstoddard on Flickr.

ok let’s look at this closely
it’s 6 in the morning
you carried a massive fishtank which no doubt costs like a hundred bucks into the woods 
then you either dragged a hose or used buckets (since there’s no way anyone can carry that much water) to fill that thing up 
then you set a timer on your camera (or asked a friend) and got in it and had to keep submerging yourself in cold water at 6 in the morning until you got a good shot where you weren’t a blur and you weren’t drowning
this photo is beautiful but what

That’s what you do for art.

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lhatethisplace:

wwhatevvah:

harleynoir:

welldiggersdaughter:

Sanctuary. by alexstoddard on Flickr.

ok let’s look at this closely

it’s 6 in the morning

you carried a massive fishtank which no doubt costs like a hundred bucks into the woods 

then you either dragged a hose or used buckets (since there’s no way anyone can carry that much water) to fill that thing up 

then you set a timer on your camera (or asked a friend) and got in it and had to keep submerging yourself in cold water at 6 in the morning until you got a good shot where you weren’t a blur and you weren’t drowning

this photo is beautiful but what

That’s what you do for art.

Reblogging for the last comment.

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sicklysatisfied:

★ Are You Satisfied? ★

sicklysatisfied:

★ Are You Satisfied? ★

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Tennyson once said:

'Tis better to have loved
and lost than never to
have loved at all.’

Tennyson was wrong;
or at least he didn’t love
the way I had loved—
with all of my heart
and what there was
of my soul— I gave
everything away
because that’s what
I thought love was.

And I was wrong too.
Because love isn’t
supposed to feel like
a risk or a gamble
for your life but I ran
to you like you were
a casino and we were
in Vegas and we all
know how fair those
odds are.

God, I loved you and
I lost you and I don’t
have what it takes to
open up again because
there are bullet shells
where blood should be
in my chest and trying
to forgive is like prying
apart an open wound
and you should never
regret a person but
I resent the day I let
myself fall hopelessly
in love with you.

Tennyson, perhaps you
fell for the right woman
and it was love even
when your heart broke—
but I fell in love with
bad intentions and
I should have never
done so at all.


Alfred Tennyson, please tell me where I went wrong (via ink-trails)
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I think the most saddest thing in a relationship is having to say bye to someone when you still love them. Along with having to pretend that you never knew them, but how do you forget someone who made you feel so alive..
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