I’ve Finally Accepted That Maybe We Just Weren’t Meant To Be

ART HISTORY MEME | [1/7] sculptures; david

Overlook by Rob Hauer

Black Lips is all about the boys who will straight up lie to your face; the poem kind of explores the early signs of a devastating explosion.

lost o’clock  by jezzini 

but isn’t time just the carbon copy of a man-made concept brewed                           when a few thousand breaths                           twist their heads in reverse?

then there’s daddy hawkin saying time is an everlasting pie                           where its ending meets our cries &                           its purpose, don’t dare to fuckin’ ask.

some nights,                     when my minutes end their shift & my sighs wander adrift, i hear the clock                     spill its sins in pointless ticks;                                 the way those seconds come                                 climbing up these bones then diving down my throat                                 in emptiness. in the grey & the low;                                                        in these words i aim to draw                                                       on the skins of poems screaming love                                                       with perfect rhythms                                                               but no blood.

by HelenaLlum

You are as innocent as a bathtub / full of bullets.

Margaret Atwood, “Backdrop Addresses Cowboy” (via mythaelogy)

brain rain by .simstorm Via Flickr