After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or later
This. This is powerful.
What is time to me? What are the dates? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A weakened mind such as my own fails to contemplate or comprehend when one ends and another begins. I am nocturnal to say the least, I am alive by all apparent parameters. My influence is known in the very least. My empty bed is there at night, perhaps a thought is raised as to me from time to time. Who am I? What remains of me when my presence in the world is only a mark and not as constant as the others I have known? I have heard I will be missed but for how long? I have loved twice in my life and they are blissful in my absence and the absence of me in their minds. Would a permanent absence be such a burden to them? I am between times, between days, between loves, between lives and between deaths. Those feelings and memories are the only constant anchoring me, though they are what drew me into exile in the first place.
Gallows - The Vulture (Act I & II) (with lyrics) (by MrJiepuaz)
— Anthony Robbins (via blua)
His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s so perfect.
I longed for any company and now that I have it I feel lonelier than ever before. I walk through age backwards, I fell into love when others were in the midst of promiscuity, my youth was spent for the price of a hear, my life in my lovers hands.
If she had remained alive I would have been happy, yet the days aged her. Those once soft hands decayed and her skeletal fingers gauged my life, I bled the promise of my first love.
So I left and thought to act my age, thought I was three years behind my peers and only knew true connection. Mistakes were made and lessons briefly learnt and forgotten. Part of me remained aged the other grew younger still, connections were scarce and costly in their emotional turmoil.
Now I sleep in proximity to another unplanned occurrence on the edge of adulthood, she lays close to me yet couldn’t be further from my mind.
My singularity has caused me to flee to my dreams, those in reality fall in any comparison to the ideal of a young boys’ romanticism. Two parts of self are conflicted, I want love and nothing at all. I have high standards and those lower than bacterias’ place in the foodchain.
My dreams and wishes are at odds with one another, maybe this is why I sometimes believe nothing to be the only answer which will satisfy them both.
Lol it’s cool. I’m typing up straight from my notebook. There’s always a few mistakes :p