A Story A Day #290 // 10-19-14 by Ming D. Liu
he tastes just like God. His touch
is fire to my skin, his tongue
like a dagger. We danced in the
dark, and I felt his claws grip
around my heart. Selling my
soul for a night in the flames.
— hell hath no fury like a woman in love | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)
My bones are growing heavy now,
my eyes are drifting shut.
My arms are too sore to hold the gun.
My fingers refuse to pull the trigger.
I want to be a soldier,
but I am too weary for this war.
— On giving up. (via poppyflowerpoetry)
flowing through my brain
like a poison
driving me insane
— sleepless thoughts (via jowduk)
where did that come from
fucking hell, every night
So I started self harming again. After almost a year free from it, I gave in. I just couldn’t bear it anymore and my mind kept saying “Do it! Do it!” and so I decided to do so.
— Insanity Doesn’t Sleep (via mentaldespair)