when I do something bad the guilt never goes away
when I do something bad the guilt never goes away
Anonymous asked: Do you have any pets?
yeah buddy. my great Dane’s name is pikachu.
grace my ears with the caress of your voice,
whose touch is beauty beyond what I can see,
I feel the love pulsating through my veins,
it warms my aching heart and soothes my racing mind
he’s a great guy.
but he really doesn’t understand the things I go through on a daily basis.
and I don’t have any intention of telling him emotional stuff, at least as of yet.
for that reason I don’t go to him at all for things of that nature, for his only response is always ‘that sucks.’
I don’t think I’m gonna stay with him for much longer because I can’t trust him with the shittiness I go through, although he has almost every intention of making me happy.
I dont think of him on a regular basis, I think of my friends much more often, he’s not always on my mind.
I’m not as invested in him as I am with my friends.
I think the reason I decided to write this here is so I could just write it down, and I suppose tumblr acts as a type of journal/vent out sesh for me at times.
I wonder if anyone is reading this…
Relinquish the tenderness and lay in the pool of your unwavering detestation, faltering to comprehend the warfare of your trance.
I’m trying to find you when all I want is for you to try to find me, too.
Hello my name is distance and I really don’t care if I never wake up again.
Desperation to find something to live for when I am living for nothing
I would die for anguish
But to live for contentment
Is my life long hunt.;
I’ve become a figment of what once was and forever won’t be.
And I really don’t care if I never wake up again.
In an irrational haze of tears and blood and no one cares
I need to find a synthetic red that resembles what I see when I feel.
bleeding
