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roguetoo · 6 months

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I drove up the hill just to say goodbye, But all I found was a For Sale sign. Put my hand on the gate and there’s tears in my eyes, And all that’s been left since the minute you died, Are the chandeliers in the trees and ceramic bees, But now they’re just covered in leaves. My hands are shaking as I type in the code. The gate doesn’t open, just a voice that says, “no”. But I know inside there’s a piece of your soul, That they’re painting over and everything else will be sold. And the piano that played on its own is not playing no more.

I wish that you had called somebody. And if I wasn’t there, I’m sorry. You made me believe you were strong. I wish you had called me and told me that something was wrong. So goodbye to my best friend ever. I can’t believe you’re gone forever. I came up to find you today, Cause I finally found all the words that I needed to say. But a dark thought got there first.

They buried your ashes in a Prozac pill, And all the vultures came to chew on your will. I hate that you’re gone and the questions you leave, And it’s sad that your daughter’s not talking to me. Well, I can’t draw a heart so I drew you a star on the Hollywood Boulevard.

I wish that you had called somebody. And if I wasn’t there, I’m sorry. You made me believe you were strong. I wish you had called me and told me that something was wrong. So goodbye to my best friend ever. I can’t believe you’re gone forever. I came up to find you today, Cause I finally found all the words that I needed to say. But a dark thought got there first.

I drove up the hill just to say goodbye, But all I found was a For Sale sign. Put my hand on the gate and there’s tears in my eyes, And all that’s been left since the minute you died, Are the chandeliers in the trees and ceramic bees, But now they’re just covered in leaves.

#carrie fisher #james blunt #dark thought #Youtube

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sakura-fraust · 7 months

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What a wild passing thought to realize I've been passively suicidal nearly my entire life, since I was quite young, with no end in sight

Like I'm just kinda here, always have been and always will be, but I really wish I wasn't lol

#ignore me #dark thought

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random-bookquotes · 1 year

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Every grievance, every dark thought, all the pain in the past were being felt at once. For those on the edge, any small inconvenience was enough to push them over it, after all.

L.E. Miranda, Nebula (Rise of the Last Star #1)

#L.E. Miranda #Nebula #Rise of the Last Star #grievance #dark thought

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im-numb-inside · 2 years

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My heart is heavy and sad.

I don’t know why.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

#depression #depressive #depressing post #dark thought #sad #sadness #anxious #anxiety #pain

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septemberkisses · 4 months

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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

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homosexualfairy · 2 months

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#quotes #cottagecore #naturecore #thoughts #books #words #books and libraries #dark academia #light academia #facts #memes

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 7 months

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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

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x3nshit · 1 year

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one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

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officialspec · 3 months

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can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis

#is anyone else doing this. or am i stupid #i didnt question it at all i thought that was just the obviously intended meaning of the song #and i was like damn this is pretty progressive for the 90s i wonder why no one talks about this song when theyre talking abt #popular songs about trans women at the time. i guess some of the stuff mentioned could potentially rub people the wrong way-#OH. SO IT WAS JUST ABOUT A WOMAN WHOIS PRAGMATIC AND BUSINESS CASUAL WITH IT. I SEE #EDIT THE LINE 'a voice that is dark like tinted glass' LIKE....U GET WHAT I MEAN

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wedarkacademia · 8 months

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Andrea Gibson

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words-at-night · 7 months

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bi-writes · 13 days

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mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

#mmmmmm #i love them dark and broody and deadly #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon thoughts #dark!simon

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poetryforall · 11 days

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-Rumi

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imsayak · 26 days

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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

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roseforviolet · 24 days

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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months

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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.

for @shestrying

thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!

in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image

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