Ever get that feeling that your entire life as you know it is just falling apart..? Like life is finally catching up to you and kicking you in the ass? Like you’re losing the one and only thing you live for and there’s no reason to go on anymore..? Story of my life right now.. I can’t do this..
I wanna write poetry on your skin with my mouth.
Death is just as natural as birth, and everyone is both born and dies. Just because someone dies does not mean they are done, they’ve made their mark on those around them. On their friends, family, coworkers, employees, whatever. Their words do not become meaningless because they are no longer alive. You can be dead but still exist.
Me, in my late night writings recently.
Posting this for a friend, hopefully this helps. I’m here for ya(via lifeofanectomorph)
Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
|—||Sylvia Plath (via myrisingvoice)|