We are not of spilled Iroquois blood;
We are not of broken American backs;
We are not of this dying Earth;
We are not of the Napoleonic-afflicted Milky Way;
We are not of this veiled universe.
We are descendants of a single-cell
Brought to Earth, that we may dwell
To be molded by the water
And to escape our captive’s slaughter
Crashed down to Earth to be free
But they’re coming back for us…
You’ll see
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lol..who is this?
One photo of myself, just for the new year and shit.
Fuck me I look so Albanian
That night
as the entire city
awaited the coming
of the storm,
I asked myself
why I was with you
and where it would go
In that boarded up room,
then,
I found clarity and realized -
amid the eruption of laundry,
an irony of ironies -
that I
did not
really
care
(via vomitburp)
This fear is spreading
Across the world
It’s spreading and spreading
From east to west it’s growing
It’s spreading
Its legs like a whore in heat
It’s growing and spreading
Brewing and erupting
A carbuncle of dread
Itching to infest
It’s growing and growing
The dark winds are blowing
A slick spill is spreading
We must contain it
We must quash it
We must build a wall
A fort
A lie
Anything to stop it
Just so you all know
After all has been said and done
When the last crow picks at the last crumb
In those days of fall
With the leaves waiting to fall
I’ve always hated you all
Her eyes
Are all I remember.
The way I jumped into them
Like a quantum leap
And shed myself of my skin
To become someone
I’d admire.
A man. An astronaut.
A scholar. A man.
In those eyes.
I lost myself and
I’ve yet to be found
Whole.
If she were nothing
More
Than just a pair
Of floating eyes,
I’d still love her
I’d still love her
I’d still love her
I write to purge my soul
from this urge to control
the surge of the sump-pump
encourages meeeeee
to resign
to design this borrowed time
and redesign my mind
til I’m tasting the lime
killin’ me
this lime it is
killin’ me
your lye your lye
ki ki killin’ me
your lye
your lye
your lye
your lye
your lye
your lie
This is the song playing in the bedroom scene with Tate and Violet after she learns shes dead, if anyone was curious
Gossling - Hazard (American Horror Story) (by thatscarychick)
(Source: facebook.com, via vomitburp)
(via vomitburp)
(Source: ballabitch, via iamjmsn)
This identity is not my own
It has been baked in a kiln
And forged to the throne
It is not my own
It is not my own
A stranger dances inside my skin
He builds on plots and lies within
It’s in my grin
It’s not my own
The true owner remains unknown
But it’s fairly clear it’s not my own
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