October 2010
All i see is a blur of shadows.. claiming to be distinct, diverse.. but nothing more than boring and repetitive, essentially the virus of the planet, like that of a parasite.. prove that you aren’t a prototypical gossip whore and you might actually gain respect.
“I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.”
– Antonin Artaud (via oceanofmind)
I am a monster.
Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss.. and i mean pure inebriation… not just lustful petting, but transcendental metamorphosis?
Over and over again…
“I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.”
– Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen (via butterflyflutterbygoodbye)
I have a tortured mind and my blade is sharp, dangerous combination in the dark.
Books are never just words, they are places to wander in and escape to within the mind, i adore those places. - myself.
The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won’t bother me.
“I sometimes wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage...”
– Graham Greene
bunnyalexander
These violent delights have violent ends. and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume..
He is so beautiful, flowers grow in the depths of...
Every now and then, the perpetual love he has for me inspires me to write…
Lay your sleeping head, my darling,
and pierce my soul with those beautiful blue eyes that could find me even in the darkest of nights,
thy lips are of the sweetest melody; i watch your smile fade into the dark,
then, the unfathomable thought; if we two were ever to part,
like the petals of a dead rose, we would...
