04.22.13 @ 08:53♥3

Chilled

The way you make me feel

You make me feel like wasted rubbish in a deep, black bag that is taken away to be hidden so the beautiful can remain beautiful. Taken away to be forgotten. Taken away because there is no room for flaws here. There is no beauty in this dark place because this is how you make me feel.

04.22.13 @ 05:14♥1

beauty

We loved with a love that was more than love

~ Edgar Allan Poe (via thiskeywillsetyoufree)

03.20.13 @ 06:16♥8

02.18.13 @ 13:15♥7

Mr Mallory <3

02.03.13 @ 15:03♥2

The Deep End

In Light Of All Of This

My eyes won’t close. They are kept awake by a restless heart that needs to express itself through thumping and banging on the tissue walls that cage it. Its neighbours softly complain under their own breaths, but they are too cowardly to confront their boss about all the racket.

My eyes are full of optimism in light of sleep deprivation and confusion.

If my heart is screaming so loudly it has to be a good thing. It is a sign that I am alive. Above all, I see it as a sign that I have something to live for.

Thank You for the magic

Thank you for the sleep deprivation

Thank you for the confusion

Thank you for keeping me alive