I’m drooling as I type this.

I’m drooling as I type this.

(Source: gastrogoodies)

@2 months ago with 26 notes

Will You?

thewritersaddress:

will you be my

boomerang?

no matter how far

I throw you

will you promise

always to come back?

@2 months ago with 50 notes

"Under the influence of alcohol, anyone can be happy."

Wonka.
@3 months ago
smokenmirror: Tell me if it burns, does it, inside when you walk on these marks? The threads hanging loosely on walls built around me, save the sorrows, flailing around, without a tear to fall along the raw scars that repeatedly open. each night a drop of alcohol rids the pain, the waning cries of “save me now”, that of empty nights, that of subtle shadows crawling right up behind you. Tell me if it chills, does it, to the bone when you hear me scream?

smokenmirror:

Tell me if it burns,

does it,

inside when you walk on these marks?

The threads hanging loosely on walls

built around me, save the sorrows,

flailing around, without a tear to fall

along the raw scars that repeatedly open.

each night a drop of alcohol rids the pain,

the waning cries of “save me now”,

that of empty nights, that of subtle shadows

crawling right up behind you.

Tell me if it chills,

does it,

to the bone when you hear me scream?

@3 months ago with 10 notes

Dwelling in confusion.

Dreams of wonder haunted me last night,

memories carved out of happiness,

sorrows faded out of existence,

and ego remained a mere myth.

How dejected would we have felt

if we could see then, what we do now,

such disaster we have become now,

such pain we might be rid of right now.

And as we revert to the present

with nothing, nothing we promised

and everything we reneged;

stuck in mess we never dared to have imagined.

Left now’s a puzzle to solve together,

throughout our life’s own stormy weather.

@3 months ago

Recollections of the sands.

I strode down the once gorgeous beach,

holding you tightly within clenched fists,

never have I felt so nostalgic.

Reality struck me hard, back then,

when the bliss switch tripped, 

and the waves crashed against me,

leaving me to only watch on, helplessly

as the bits of you flowed out,

out of my own hands,

back into unfamiliar seas.

If only you knew,

how I had held on so desperately,

reluctant to let go.

If only you knew,

how distressing “hello” would hit right now,

We should have never said goodbye.

We could have never said goodbye.

@2 months ago with 2 notes
smokenmirror: I’ll sit alone and pray tonight, for a soul to come right by me to say hello, to bid farewell to blinding lights, bring some peace to my waning soul. Can’t you hear that it’s calling out to you so earnestly, trying to light the ears that might listen to the secrets of yesterday, the faint memories that will drown away in loneliness and these tired eyes, seeking the stars that reside in yours, a careless smile that you’ll let slip before me while I paint my world the colour of dreams, momentarily, as the velvet falls in, engulfing the pitch black sky, darkness, as you call it, such darkness, blind to your mind.

smokenmirror:

I’ll sit alone and pray tonight,

for a soul to come right by me

to say hello, to bid farewell to blinding lights,

bring some peace to my waning soul.

Can’t you hear that it’s calling out to you

so earnestly, trying to light the ears

that might listen to the secrets of yesterday,

the faint memories that will drown

away in loneliness and these tired eyes,

seeking the stars that reside in yours,

a careless smile that you’ll let slip before me

while I paint my world the colour of dreams,

momentarily, as the velvet falls in,

engulfing the pitch black sky, darkness,

as you call it, such darkness,

blind to your mind.

@2 months ago with 8 notes

These Depressions

umustcreate:

You are the creases in my paper,
That I just cannot seem to smooth.
I feel so strange and different now;
Used to want to win, now I want to lose.

I tried to screw it up still further,
But found that it returned to shape.
These damned compressed wood fibres
Comprise something I can’t escape.

You’ve left your mark upon me,
And at first I thought I was ill.
Run my fingers along these depressions,
Smiling as somehow they comfort me still.

(via poeticallyprofound)

@3 months ago with 114 notes

Of barren pouches and emptied hearts.

Let me bring all the impulses in while they are full,

and let’s splurge on lacking emotions while

finally we may cruise on a river overflowing with love,

living in a pretense that everything remains fine.

If you would eventually break this silence,

words that we threw so meaninglessly,

none taken to heart,

and I sing to me my unspoken apologies.

A lovesick melody left forever haunting.

@3 months ago