Let me light one for my problems

You don’t crash like a wave, you crash like a plane. You crash like a test, you know it’s going to happen, still you run full speed ahead, like a bull drawn to red, draw blood, crash. Draw symbols my freckles connect to make that express the suppressed you can never seem to mutter. What does it matter? All the mutter. I’m allowing the space between the clutter to be engulfed in the mud you call a bath & the suds you say will wash away the doubt that won’t go down like a pill you didn’t want to take in the first place. Like a drain without light like a fist with no might. But I might just go and show you where you lost me and leave you in the shadow of what used to live. But I might just stay in the mud and let the suds wash away the doubt, but I doubt it.

A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
― William Blake (via psych-quotes)

Why you have to say it like that

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She wanted to be alone, but not lonely. That was very different; that was something that ached and hurt dreadfully right inside one.
Elizabeth Von Arnim, The Enchanted April. (via ablogwithaview)

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Her hair tho
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.
Saul Bellow, Herzog (via stiggyjazz)

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Donut disappoint me ! 😜🍩
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