she hoped that caring would erase it..
she lost it erasing half..
carelessly,
she couldnt remember what hope was..
death became her hope.. and eventually, death of hope..

death still there, hopeless, waiting, dementors in the mirror..

the halo of broken glass
a last second flashback 

ecstasy

>thrown violently headfirst against the glass
>it cracks and shatters on impact
>broken pieces stick jagged and grotesque in her neck
>bones break and skin peels back nin

am i rolling still....?
violently...
roll after
roll

she disconnects from pain
trying to feel 
shock

that last mortal thought,
maybe im still alive
i cant be dead
right?
right?
anyone?

..whispers from far away... 
..hope is dead.. 
..pulse slowing..
..is she breathing?

the blood pools over and drips
and all i want is to kiss her bloody lips

Mod x

Silt3d

unez z(ae)

osvx(y)sell

z0r-ganesh

sadisson4nce

in ever
there is despair
for never
is never there

se vi nv ne

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly,
 a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, 
happy with himself and doing as he pleased.
 He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. 
Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi.
 But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly,
 or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi.


Oko-o-upr8r-800-im-a-slut_

Oko-liz-being_

sighleef

if she lied to me, she would really love me, right? she catches my eye and devours her struggle to make it my own.. to exile me conditionally.. she only wants what she loves, not true affection.. swallowed like a hole in the background.. life feeds on life, she struggles with knives

ifthenelseif