i question the depth of my mind. When i dip into it, it’s shallow, but when i spill my heart, I drown. It’s unclear.
I have butterflies with sunflower
seed freckles planted within my chest
his lips are sunshine—
together we flourish
my heart has exploded from
the weight of pain & pressure—
the residue of regret
stains the inside of my
rib cage, cementing my lungs
until they can hardly
expand to the horizon of
your outstretched arms—
breathing be no easy task with
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD THIS THING WORKS YOU HAVE TO PATIENT BC I WISHED THAT I COULD MOVE AWAY FROM MY SHITTY TOWN TO A WARM PLACE AND GUESS WHAT THIS JULY IM MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA OKAY GUYS IM NOT MAKING THIS UP I AM SO CONFUSED ACTUALLY THIS IS GREAT BYE
GUYS I ONCE WISHED MY TWO YEAR CRUSH WOULD TALK TO ME, THEN HE TOLD ME HE LIKED ME THREE DAYS LATER !!!!!
18 years of the devil run in my veins,
but I’m sober enough to say that these
ashes trailing behind me are angel dust
particles—remnants of a halo i once wore
when my pulse didn’t stutter at the words:
I love you.
I haven’t felt this bad in a while. But I’ve been so good with handling myself. Is this my umpth demise? Am I going to fall to the lowest point of my existence? Possibly. I can feel my grip slipping from its steady grasp. In all honesty, I don’t know what I was holding onto. Hope? Faith? Who knows. But at the moment, I’m losing it. I’m slipping and I’m drowning in the storm within me.
if i could,
i’d love a boy with eyes like the sea,
so i could drown, drown, drown
in the home of those bruised caves
and resurface, gasping for no return.
And if i dared,
i’d wish for no return.
Thinking about it now, my life has been quiet and pleasant—like the beach. My mother’s days consisted of awakening at six o’clock in the morning every day, prepare breakfast, exercise, and run errands. Not many people stopped by our house. Most days it was quiet with the occasional car honk and profanity-ed yell that comes after. She muttered to herself often, speaking with a sharp, accented tongue; she’d go on and on about the most random topics. The budget deficit, Plato’s Symposium, Greek mythology, the city’s incompetent mayor, the supermarket’s low supply of cilantro and mint and rosemary, literature, and lastly, the beach. She talked like she didn’t want to stop, like she couldn’t bear the blaring dial of silence that embraced our lives. I spent most of my time listening, blending into the sound of my home. My mother believed people came to the beach to indulge in the illusion of escaping, the gripping waves dragging any problem they had into a deep, ominous abyss. They are silly to think of actually escaping the hell they’ve created for themselves; you’ll never be able to elude this sick, twisted reality—you can’t leave something that’s thrives around you, she had said. I was six years old and barely beginning to comprehend the concept of boys. Her odd, seemingly impractical ramblings didn’t make any sense to me, not until I grew older.