beauty growing wild & free in the desert
beauty growing wild & free in the desert
beauty growing wild & free in the desert

beauty growing wild & free in the desert

in my town roads are optional

you are not alone in this

the things we think are love

are empty expressions of lust

desire playing out in our choices like melting ice

the more we consume it

the smaller and softer it becomes

until its liquified and remains a vacant vice

rootswillbindus:

duplication:

don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.

No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering wether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.

this

rest my head in my hands

rub my aching eyes and wish

what ive broken could be mended

because pain is the new normal


crawl back under the sheets

curl my knees to my chest

like a small child fretting alone

and wait for the inevitable

what do you do

when the good memories

are no longer strong enough

to outweigh the pain?

what do you feel

when every emotion

is overwhelming

and hope is gone?

what do you think

when every smell in the room

and every awkwardly stacked book

reminds you of the loss?

where do you go

when every location

is still filled with images

of her…?

post tenebras lux 2

i used to be something other
than what i am today
some change is good
and some is not
and time is slipping away