I ripped out my organs
at a very young age and he’s called me devil
child since then, but he doesn’t see
the dirt under his nails and I’m ok with that.
I spilled ink on blank canvases to breathe
but black ink leaves irremovable stains and I
was keeping the perfect picture from being painted.
So I stuffed words inside my chest and let the waves
carry them to the end of the sea, where hopefully
somebody sees them as a treasure someday.
And till then I will read what I want to say
in somebody else.
No one verbs like Gaston,
Adverb verbs like Gaston,
No one verbs with the adjective noun like Gaston.
Notice how if we were to stop arguing about who’s right or wrong we could pretty much change the world.
an ye harm none do what you will
|—||Stephanie Perkins (via bornreadygeneration)|
this really, really gets to me.
you see the blade up there, with wings. like it’s the savior and an angel coming when we need it the most. the open wrists releases dark emotions and dark powers and dark monsters that’s inside of us, that’s being let out when the angel, the blade, cuts the wrist open and makes it all better.
this photo is just way too powerful not to reblog. everything in this photo makes so much sense