Till the End...
Image and video hosting by TinyPic I wish words could explain the madness of my soul, the hidden desperations, worries, fears, loves, desires, dreams, hidden in the cavities of my being. I try. I write. Words upon meaningless words, hoping that one day I may be able to contain some sort of essence of myself. But that is far from here, and until there, I'll write. I'll poor my bloody messages into words, record them, write them, I hope you hear them. But I will keep writing it all anyways, for myself, for my sanity, for my depravity, until the very end.
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→ May 2012 theskeletonofme: (via Madrid Flat Splashes about Colorfully in Punk & Hippie Stylings | The Beautifulist)
→ May 2012 "He had spent the previous four years, as he saw it, preparing to fulfill an absurd and onerous duty: to graduate from college. At long last he was unencumbered, emancipated from the stifling world of his parents and peers, a world of abstraction and security and material excess, a world in which he felt grievously cut off from the raw throb of existence." — Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer

(Source: vertere, via abeetlesblog)
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Secretly, he’s a dancer
and secretly, she’s a song.
He clandestinely covers his
gamboling feet and she
supplies silent music
kept under wraps.
Her sympathetic melody,
mindful of his delicate steps,
is justly eclipsed by falsities.
She fears exposure,
she is unsure
of herself and anyone.
And the song is her,
rumbling from deep within
and to uncover it,
vulnerable and unprotected, 
is her greatest fear. 
And so the boy suppresses
his stirring, rythmic motions
and struggles for stillness
in silence. 

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→ May 2012 fuckyeahlgbtqart: Between Two Lungs by MissPixNMix More song lyrics, and gold paint, on canvas board. Quite obviously from Lungs by Florence and the Machine Between two lungs It was released The Breath that passed From you to me The slipped from your mouth Into mine http://misspixnmix.tumblr.com/
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My thoughts are so loud, I can’t hear them. 
There are far too many, all trying to overpower the others,
but all so loud and domineering, that I can’t hear a single thing.
I can’t pluck out a single thought to think.
I can’t close in on one idea and hold it long enough
to turn into glorious words. Because I can’t catch one.
I can’t catch any. All my thoughts,
are too big for my hands,
too loud for my head,
too painful for my heart.
I give up, thoughts.
You win. 

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