impossible
I’m trying to decipher on my own what is
logical and illogical;
I’m trying to establish a standard
by which I can control
that which has been deemed uncontrollable.
Is that, in itself,
illogical?
Herein lies the root of all issues.
I’ve spent too much time
tripping on words and inhibitions.
Goddamnit,
someone mix this all up for me.
Take me somewhere and make me feel irresponsible.
Let me prove myself again.
Stability is uncomfortable in it’s abundance of comfort.
Show me new adjectives,
new places,
new faces.
Exploit the imagined.
#Bones acts as if everything in the galaxy is Jim’s fault #the kid is seventeen Jim why the fuck is the kid 17 what did you do
(via riddikiluslygorgeous)
Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via larmoyante)
(via vinyltapes)
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”
Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
