Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
(Source: misconduct)
what a cute copilot.
(Source: playhousefiles)
“VIOLENT AND STILL”
Frozen roses #5
this is so very true.
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
they say New orleans is haunted… this has proved the theory 100%
Further research shows that these are not all from the same park. Also the one in New Orleans was abandoned because of Katrina. It was flooded and it took months to drain. It was owned by six flags but they pulled out and now it’s just owned by the city. They don’t have the funds to repair it and no one wants to buy it, that’s why it’s abandoned. Still cool though.
All I want out of life is to explore abandoned places.
(Source: motionburnsthemood)
(Source: tr3slikes)
This is my sink. This is my mug.
somehow this captures my mood of the day.
I contemplate finding that bottle of vodka you left here after that halloween party.
The party where we made out in my bathroom and it reminded me of all those other times we’ve been in a bathroom.
How it happened we both don’t know.
I want to drink all the vodka but I know it will make me sleepy. I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay awake for a week, a month, a year. I want to see without opening my eyes. I want to fall apart without having to pick up any of the pieces afterwards.
Hire someone with a broom to clean the diaster. I don’t know where I’m heading and I don’t know where I’ve been. Your voice is calling me. It fades in, and it fades out. Mumble after mumble. The sound of crashing waves.
I look at the bottle of vodka, then realize I have nothing to mix it with. I want to cry. I fear going to the store, I fear leaving my house today. This feeling makes me contemplate calling a therapist. Getting back on medication. Turn back into someone who doesn’t feel. I want to turn you inside out like a sweater. I want to hang you up from a coat hanger and listen to your heart beat.
I need the sound of crashing waves.
