Walking Oxymoron
I blink; once, twice and I breath; the worst part of my life; breathing. Saw the stars among us, every pin drop of water in the shore line, as I took my last breath, time stopped; Fall like fall. Burnt like ashes. Torn as torn. As I fall in the depths of heaven, bland.

I could here the sound of me, the sound of creaking. I was shattered, but then I was saved. Go for the light, claim in defiance, fury and hope. Because nothing can stay.
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dogpuncher:

i am currently suffering from severe lack of kisses, please donate to my cause

(via crystallized-teardrops)

tickle me and i’ll tickle your neck with a knife

spaceelf:

People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.

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meladoodle:

*throws coins at strippers really hard*

(via teenager90s)

oknope:

you never realize how boring your life is until someone asks what you like to do for fun.

(via catchingfires)

urbancatfitters:

i hate asking people for things

(via mys-tifying)

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
- Stephen King (via feellng)
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