Ra--na - Ra--na

BREAK IT DOWN

yeah sex is cool but have you ever had stable mental health for more than 48 hours

4 a.m.

Why is agony compared to art? For it is not art; the pain is a wreck that does not live up to the idea of wonderful masterpieces, flawless, painted from one’s own personal garden of rosy reds and lilacs. Pained expressions are eyes made of ships whom have flood, hearts sinking like an anchor and hair like sails. Who has the audacity to compare a sinking ship to the gardens and gates of a painting instead of torn devices and broken boards. We are the beauty in destruction my love, adore your crashing waves.

S.P. The Audacity of Gardens  (via stainedpoetry)

i can’t help but fall in love with you even though i try so hard not to ‘cause this heart was never meant for love and these hands were never meant  for holding but you slipped through the cracks of this wall i built

now you’re under my skin | t.l (via ashryveer)