Sadly mistaken if you think I’m going to settle.

Heart Torn Apart, Blood Smeared Into Art.: Unguarded Chamber

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

I’m afraid of you;
not because you’re dangerous but,
because you are capable of doing
what I didn’t think anyone else could.
I’m trying to keep you out;
but, I keep leaving windows open
and doors unlocked,
then leaving you notes to
let you know where they are.
I don’t want you in;
but,…

“You make me drop the defenses that have kept me safe from injury for the majority of my life…”

❝ The kinder ones fucked better, really, and after you were around them a while they seemed beautiful because they were ❞
Charles Bukowski (via thecoolofnight)
❝ Oh, we’re better than that? Because it feels to me like we’re fucking dying here! We are not talking, we are not fucking, nothing is happening ❞
Californication (via thecoolofnight)

thoseways:

Maybe it was your touch that moved me so much.

Regarding our stance. Perhaps what ultimately defines a relationship…is another relationship.

Open your eyes.

Not all closed eyes are sleeping, nor all open eyes seeing.

❝ Do you think it is any nicer for remembering that there were times very late at night when you and I shared our aloneness? I will take my full share of responsibility for all this tragedy but I cannot spread beyond the limits of my reach and grasp, I can only bring you the little bit of hope I have and I don’t know any other hope except my own. If I have failed you it is just barely possible that you have failed me. I love you with all my heart because you are my own girl and that is all I know ❞
F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via thecoolofnight)
Dad…

You knew me back when I was a younger me. You’ve seen me in all types of light, and I’ve been meaning to ask you if I’m doing alright…

❝ When you left I didn’t see it coming, I guess I slept, it ain’t like you was runnin’. You crept out the front door slow and I was so self-absorbed, I didn’t even know. By the time I looked up, it was booked up. Put it all behind you; the bad and the good stuff. A whole house full of dreams and steps, I think you’d be impressed with the pieces I kept. You disappeared, but the history is still here. That’s why I try not to cry over spilt beer. I can’t even get mad that you’re gone. Leaving me was probably the best thing you ever taught me. ❞
Atmosphere