| every time I look at you I go blind. (and its gonna shine right through your eyes) what do you think this life is like? (every time I look at you I go blind) |


guiding me home. you found me bleeding on the side of the road.guiding me home. by ~Corina90
you found me spitting up death and choking on life and letting reality throw bruising fingers around my throat to squeeze the remnants of belief. you found me quaking on the tile and shaking the entire building, my spine cracking like a weathered book. you found me as a victim of my own sense of fantasy, my own desires manipulating my nerves like a finely tuned violin playing nothing but funeral sobs. i was half-awake and half-aware and half-of-something-i-couldn't-even-label; you were in over your head.
three days later and i was stitched up with chapped-lips but swallowing whole foods and kee


untitled These problems matter,untitled by ~jokseh
but i'm the only one they matter to,
constant assurances of i believe in you
and i can't conceive of you
ever breaking down.
So what happens when i finally break,
give up, throw out the things i can't take,
when i leave and separate
from the people who were there?
turn away, it didn't happen,
don't face my pain because it isn't a bad one,
there's worse hurt in the world that you've heard of
so let's all say that i'm fine.
it's happened already, this slow, constant, steady
flow of people who ignore or trivialize
the things that i despise and can't handle,
try looking through my eyes to these bleak skies