Find what you love and let it kill you. There is much in this world that can kill you. Kill you quickly, slowly, painfully, but all of that pain and agony would be taken much more easily if taken by a lover.
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Artist Arthur Tress immortalizes children’s nightmares in photographs
Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever
I’ve never related to anything more than I do this. This is beautiful.
Tim Burton with the figurines used in the filming of “Nightmare Before Christmas”
"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
- Chuck Palahniuk
i want to do bad things to you…
“Christine I love you…”
i never saw this as a moment of pain for christine, i only imagined how the phantom felt.
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