It's a bitter sweet symphony this life


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(Source: skt4ng)

drinking again.

Hope was but a timing friend;
She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tent,   Even as selfish-hearted men.

Are was cruel in her fear;
Trought the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away !

Like a false guard, fals watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping,
If I listened, she woould cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;
Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
   Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
     Went, and ne’er returned again !

Drink all your tuesday’s night. Baaaaaaaar

Drink all your tuesday’s night. Baaaaaaaar

There is another world. There is a better world. I must be.
I’m back again.


morning after

thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched

by Lindsay Bottos

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

- Anonymous   (via veronicaweld)

(Source: moon-drunk)

so difficult to realize everything,so strange feeling.The feeling of loss.Dark feeling.Can’t escape this feeling.2 months of struggling,amazing job,went through lots of bad thoughts,but came again to this point,fucking stage.Playing the role of offensive bitch who doesn’t give A DAMN about anything.Notorious whore. WHAT TO DO? WHAT THE FUCK TO DO?!
I got hysterical hysteria when you are not near…


disappear completely.

In a little while
I’ll be gone
The moment’s already passed
Yeah it’s gone
And I’m not here
This isn’t happening
I’m not here
I’m not here