Inter Arma - The Cavern EP (2014)
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.
|—||Was this your plan all along? (via thewastedgeneration)|
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me and taking six
instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t
going to speed up the process. But I met a boy
who tasted better than Prozac. He made it easier
to get out of bed. He kissed me like I was
alive, like I wasn’t empty, like maybe there was
something left inside me. He made my bones
ache less when he touched me. He made it okay.
When my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces. When I stopped
breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to
find the last little bits of happiness left in my
veins, he was there to lace me back together.
But he left and I haven’t washed my hair in three
weeks. My mother was right.
|—||I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac (via extrasad)|
No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.
|—||Charles Bukowski, Hollywood (via ughpoems)|
Psychedelic drugs alter consciousness in a profound and novel way that increases the breadth and fluency of cognition.
|—||me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via guy)|
if I offered you $20, would you take it?
How about if I crumpled it up?
Stepped on it?
you would probably take it even though it was crumpled and stepped on it. Do you know why?
Because it is still $20, and its worth has not changed.
The same goes for you; if you have a bad day, or if something bad happens to you, you are not worthless.
if someone crumples you up or steps on you, your worth does not change. You are still just as valuable as you were before.