i think of birds that make their homes in the rib cages of long dead creatures.
i think of new life coming to be surrounded by the promise of what’s to come.
i think of the love wound through all the twigs and grass.
of the shells and the feathers.
the feeling of the first hints of spring coming through a harsh winter wind.
Even the thought of you near others makes me wanna scream!!! The thought of your friends talking to you makes me wanna vomit!!! The thought of you talking to/about her makes me want to slit my wrist!! I just want you all to myself!!
Nicotine Dream by Breakup Shoes except on an old-fashioned record player on the other side of your loft apartment while you and a friend sit on the couch and talk.
requested by @strangeryoutth
(via strangeryoutth)
(via traumaticchild)
i just wanna sit on a boys lap and hug him really tight and smooch his face and neck lots
(via strangeryoutth)
People?
Saltwater boy, with your hair in knots and ocean spray eyes. You’re so warm, yet so deep and quite frankly terrifying. Your waves and tides and everything about you is so mysterious,you rip through everything and crash loudly at the end.
Kodak camera girl, let them not influence you with their rudeness. Don’t let them tell you that you’re just the same as any other. Take your pictures, film your moments, dear god make your art.
Sunflower person, shine. Let your leaves branch out, let your hopes and dreams bloom into what they should be. Breathe sweetly and take your time, you may not have reached your final height but you will get there. Shine in the sun and become the flower you want, no need to be.
Where the old gods are//home??
Where the old gods are// home???
The old gods lurk just in the corner of of your eye
In shadows on street corners
When the light shifts subtly
At times when things seem surreal, the light dramatic
That’s where the old gods lurk
They find their warmth in cold, dark places.
In cities abandoned, now prosperous.
Amongst the ghosts of pasts once great, now in ruins.
Holy places now decrepit
That’s where the old gods lie
In places once inhabited by humans, now owned by the nature that brought them to be
Places once run past by wolves
Now old roads running like veins through a country once great and beautiful
Now growing old in a gold nicotine haze
That’s where the old gods rule//
This was written based on my feelings about @dappermouth and their exceptional art.
i finally finished it !
It’s really short and messy but it was a lot of work. I’d like to do more in the future so let me know if you liked it !
metagnostic-deactivated20200809:
loneliness is so stupid let’s do illegal things together instead