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(via hecticity)
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(via brutalgeneration)
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(via diegofernandold)
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It was once my body now ive lost it again. Tragic how you’ve turned me in to porcelin. Cracks in the defined lines i breathe in this time to find i’ve already sighed. Spacious we call it the way you moved and set the distance straight to conquer my fear of getting any closer it was too late before you were inches away and too soon before you would lead me astray. Thinking i could hold something visibly in my hands this tangible turbulance slipped through my pale fingers past my knuckles and down through the drain that i thought I had already filled up w things before, but no once more. Once more I see the images rushing over the innard lining of my eyelids shut. Thiese dirt movies play over and over in a shivering reel and all I can do is stay silent when your near. These memories of you and your fists. When youd yell to the listening ear and grab my wrists. It was you who gave up on all of this and i kept us together no matter what the risk. You made my body hurt and then you made my body numb, you were so warm once, how your eyes filled with lies drowning your pupils. I would not resusitate this deminished depleated triangle you bent in to a heart. It wouldn’t have blood flow, your cold too cold.
He smiles w a blank stare reporting his deeds he left on the floor like her on her knees he bent back an arm she rescued a breath to look up at him with eyes yet again. Fixating on the stature he held in his spine she fell to the floor for the very last time.
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(via astralwizard)
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Anonymous asked: you are purrfect
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Anonymous asked: Has the local DJ fame gone to your head already?
Nope I am actually very critical of my DJing and my music, I definitely enjoy what I’m doing though. Thanks for the concern ANON.
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this is where your heart is suppose to be
(via all-ofthesevultures)
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