•• you'd lose your mind trying to understand mine ••
  • "A snake was hit by a car. A woman picks him up, feeds him, and gets him to a full state of health. But then he bites her, injecting her with his deadly poison. On her death bed, she asked “after all I did why me?” The snake responds “you knew I was a snake when you picked me up.”"
  • high // j.c. (via dreamofwhat)
  • "He was high the first time he told me he loved me, but I didn’t care. The smoke was what kept us together. He told me he wanted to feel us over the high. He wanted the smoke to be so thick he could not see my face, but he could still feel my warmth. The smoke was not thick enough to hide my face, but he held my hand the whole time. The days kept going by and he kept holding my hand and I kept kissing him. He kissed me back. I think I had heart attacks whenever he was near.
    The smoke was getting thicker.
    But we kept smoking our problems away, problems we didn’t realize we had. He reminded me he wanted the smoke to be opaque. It got to the point where breathing around him burned, but I needed him in my lungs so I kept breathing. We were walking in thick smoke and as much as I wanted to, I could not follow him because I was blinded by everything he made me feel.
    He hugged me goodbye that day. I didn’t realize it at the time. Neither did he. He looked deep into my eyes and kissed me. He gave me the warmest hug, I felt safe in his arms. Always did. I let a tear fall and he wiped it away with his thumb. I want you to stay.” I whispered. Hurt flashed in his eyes as he told me that he didn’t want to leave but he knew we had to. He knew we were each other’s ends. He squeezed me one last time and I felt one of his tears hit my face. And although tears are tiny his felt like a slap in the face and a punch in the gut.
    I cried myself to sleep that day.
    He doesn’t know I still think about him. He doesn’t know that every time he’s near me I feel the high. He doesn’t know that I’ve heard his smoke is now opaque and he can’t see anyone through it. He finally got what he wanted. He doesn’t know that I want to save him, but if I save him I lose myself."
  • "

    Spin me ‘round and ‘round,
    play me like your favourite record,
    I can take you down.

    Let me run faster and faster,
    trip me when I am going too far.
    Catch me, if you can.

    Loud streets and busy cabs,
    I don’t stop at the red lights.
    Welcome, heavy traffic.

    "
  • e.m.b (via poeticallyordinary)
  • "I am choking on words I know you’ll never say."
  • “Sleep Walking”

    lost-inthegalaxies

    (via lost-inthegalaxies)
  • "I’m left with
    raw fingertips and
    bloodshot eyes
    they haven’t asked but
    yeah I’m fine
    the backs of my knees hurt
    when I walk
    I don’t know if I’m better
    or just more practiced
    at navigating;
    I speak when I sleep
    and when I’m awake too,
    but people listen
    just the same
    my heart
    doesn’t feel like
    it used to —
    it beats slower now,
    it knows
    what to do
    and usually
    my lungs remember
    how to breathe but
    sometimes
    I have to force them to.
    If you’re wondering,
    I’m not thinking of you."
  • Toxic lovers, a ten word story by M (via morosetintedglasses)
  • "You made my heart race, too bad it was anxiety."
  • unlearning these instincts, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
  • "I did not expect
    that I would come
    to know someone
    like you, all open
    arms, after so many
    years of reaching
    toward closed fists."
  • whatshouldwecallarttherapy:

    A quick reference to commonly prescribed and commonly abused drugs.