The Wicked and Proud

"Our bodies are gardens, to which our wills are gardeners"

Radiohead - Creep (Acoustic Version)

mrmeganfox:

Creep (Acoustic Version) by Radiohead.

Seriously one of my favorite songs ever. The emotion is just extremely raw on the acoustic version. Complete and utter brilliance.

(via chelseawoosh)

“Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.”

—   

-Rumi (via voyeurchic)

The search never ends…………..

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thetruthsweclingto:

zusakbooks:

This is one of the more spectacular things I’ve ever seen…Death has literally climbed from the pages.

gatherthewords:

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Book sculpture by Rebecca Rupnow
http://www.etsy.com/people/BeckyJArts

Made entirely from pages of the book.

ZOMG THIS IS A REAL THING!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THE THING!!!!

(via alwayshereneverseen)

lightexponent:

The Impasse | Schaeffer

lightexponent:

The Impasse | Schaeffer

(Source: lightexpo, via jadetunchy)

he was the boy
in math class
who wrote poetry about your
naked wrists
and
how you pronounced the word
“leisure”

he said the sun was trying to crawl inside of his skin
he thought the rain stuck to car windows like magnets
you were convinced he was making music with his words

do you hear the rain? he would ask
only to reply
that’s the laughter of
blue birds

you wore cherry lip balm when his tongue
traced the outline of your bleeding lips,

brown tangerines would rot in the fridge
when you fought about distance too much,

when he told you, that the only bright side
of having an abusive father was never
being afraid when someone chewed his
name like it was rubber and black bruises,
you let him fuck you in the back of his car
and then cried when he said thank you
for making his name sound like doves
being let out of their cage for the first time

and so when he left,
you
woke up

you flinched when people said your name,
you cried in bathtubs filled with steaming
water, you screamed when people said
“i’m sorry” and laughed when people told
you to “grow up” and “move on”, you painted
your soul using the color red only, you
asked people for cigarettes that you would
toss into the ocean later, when your
grandmother asked you to come to church
you smoked pot in her kitchen and made
her a strawberry cake, your bones ached,
your heart felt heavy, and it was only when
you finished reading this poem that you
finally understood-
understand,
that pain is the only thing that makes you truly
alive

—   i’m sorry it had to end like this  (via irynka)

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so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal

(via tsktsks)

“no one’s life seems great between midnight and seven am. go to sleep. things will be better tomorrow.”

—   my scottie sister, grendel, when i called her crying in the middle of the night (via themethfairy)

(Source: thespookymethfairy, via eatcleanmakechanges)

the evolution of clemency

writingsforwinter:

I stopped believing in forgiveness after my friend

tasted the word slut like sour milk on the sandpaper of her tongue.

I stopped believing in forgiveness after her body was ripped open.

I stopped believing in forgiveness when I sat in a room full of women

and when the…