I keep wondering why I’m still calling your name through my tears..

I keep wondering why I’m still calling your name through my tears..

(Source: alexdocous)

It’s such a cliche I know, But I’m tired of crying myself to sleep at night, and I’m tired of you wanting to see everybody but me. I’m going through hell, and it doesnt matter how many times i break down infront of you, pleading for some care, some support in this. You can still just overlook me. 

It’s such a cliche I know, But I’m tired of crying myself to sleep at night, and I’m tired of you wanting to see everybody but me. I’m going through hell, and it doesnt matter how many times i break down infront of you, pleading for some care, some support in this. You can still just overlook me. 

(Source: evilfellfromyourprettymouth)

“Be faithful, Be thankful. We’ll take a spiritual angle. This empty trust becomes us, Oh just enjoy the numbness. Your darkness, your lessonsYour Hans Christian Andersons I shout inside my head But never actually said..I am not as strong as you.”
Invocal; Josie oh jo.

“Be faithful, 
Be thankful. 
We’ll take a spiritual angle. 
This empty trust becomes us, 
Oh just enjoy the numbness. 
Your darkness, your lessons
Your Hans Christian Andersons 
I shout inside my head 
But never actually said..
I am not as strong as you.”

Invocal; Josie oh jo.

(Source: ovum)

(Source: hediondo)

(Source: brittnyelise)

It’s the same old S.O.SBut with brand new broken fortunesAnd once again I turn to youEvery second of my lifeI only live for youAnd you can shoot meAnd you can throw me off a trainI still maintain
And I’ve been shifting years
All of my lifeBut I’m still the same underneathThis you surely knew
I can’t reach youI can’t reach you anymoreCan you please stop time?Can you stop the pain?- Morrissey; Life is a pigsty.

It’s the same old S.O.S
But with brand new broken fortunes
And once again I turn to you

Every second of my life
I only live for you
And you can shoot me
And you can throw me off a train
I still maintain

And I’ve been shifting years
All of my life
But I’m still the same underneath
This you surely knew
I can’t reach you
I can’t reach you anymore

Can you please stop time?
Can you stop the pain?

- Morrissey; Life is a pigsty.



(Source: anightinvegas)

“I’m the fire you thought you’d lostI’m that breathless touch of frostThe one spell that will endureThe cancer, and now the cure…Make a leap of faithTrust the riddles and the signsCross that cold, forbidding line. ”
Madder Mortem; The little things.

“I’m the fire you thought you’d lost
I’m that breathless touch of frost
The one spell that will endure
The cancer, and now the cure…

Make a leap of faith

Trust the riddles and the signs
Cross that cold, forbidding line. ”

Madder Mortem; The little things.

My soul,My tomb,My pain,My joy, My darkest mind, My love destroyed.
- Celtic Frost; Drown In Ashes

My soul,
My tomb,
My pain,
My joy, 
My darkest mind,
My love destroyed.

- Celtic Frost; Drown In Ashes

(Source: terrible-reflection)

(Source: imstilloriginal)





This is the third time now, foolishly, that I’ve come to realize, that if one person can fill you up so wholly, make you complete with that joy that only they can bring.. They have that power, to empty you, strip you of everything. leave you hollow, only the wanting of them is left. That is what this painting reminds me of. Probably a little projection in that. It is by Leslie Ann O’Dell  to give credit.

This is the third time now, foolishly, that I’ve come to realize, that if one person can fill you up so wholly, make you complete with that joy that only they can bring.. They have that power, to empty you, strip you of everything. leave you hollow, only the wanting of them is left. That is what this painting reminds me of. Probably a little projection in that. It is by Leslie Ann O’Dell  to give credit.

Winter now converges,Drenched in all its blackness.The last stalks of light are devoured,ShadowsAnd so they march on hallowed ground.History repeating,Behavior that has been burned into the bone.
- Wolves In The Throne Room; A looming resonance.

Winter now converges,
Drenched in all its blackness.
The last stalks of light are devoured,
Shadows
And so they march on hallowed ground.
History repeating,
Behavior that has been burned into the bone.

- Wolves In The Throne Room; A looming resonance.