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©Welcome to my mess!
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Welcome to my mess!
I like getting mail.
we are hips
and hair
and a sense of humor
we’re things you lose when you get older
we are love
and laughter
and pressed lilies
we’re an aged heart’s happy memories
(Source: shermeanuhh)
William Ernest Henley
1849–1903
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
(Source: rememberlastnight)
Well.
3 AM.
Hello 3 AM.
How long has it been?
Years.
2 years to be exact.
What’s so new now?
Another muse, I suppose.
Its still the same time
as it was before.
With him.
Yeah…
Its different though, right?
No more soft stuff,
no more silly musing
over a moon, over an
archeological dig, right?
Ha, who the fuck am I kidding?
It’s still a goddamn dig.
Either way I slice it…
I’m digging a little deeper
to myself.
I may not always come out
on top
clean, shining
but I find things
that could be considered
worth looking at.
The rain…
Do you hear it?
I hear it pattering on the roof,
the windows,
it’s rhythmic, pitterings
drawing me toward truths
at 3 am.
Fucking 3 AM.
I suspect….
I will have my
4 AMbursts rather
shortly, even
if the writer
declares it otherwise.
(Source: mollymillions)
Slowly she turns me on
A patient lover
I’ve never waited
Never knew how
But here we are
Heart racing
Stirring
Exchanging glances
In trances
(Source: mdeeks)
Don’t you love the night?
The intoxicating fragrance of fear
Fear of the dark;
The absence of light.
I really enjoy the sound it makes
A medley of
shrieks and screams
That’s why I lay awake
Insomnia has become a choice
Because I love to hear
All the ghosts whisper in my ear
I lay awake; muscles tensed, eyes moist.
(Source: 18andcounting)
