Pardon Me

lost-betweenthepages:

Pardon me
While I bleed out
These words for you
Not of the mouth
But of my heart
To the depths of me
Of which your eyes
Can barely see

Pardon me
I scream to you
Can’t you see
I am brand new
A vicious cycle
Cut so deep
A past of which
I do not keep 

Pardon me
I can’t go back
I’m headed down
Another path
A glimmer 
Up ahead of me
So bright
My eyes can barely see

Pardon me
We’re done here now
No more questions
I made my vow
To turn my head
Towards the light
Away from you
I won this fight
 

(via lost-betweenthepages)



(via drugs-inside)


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saveyourspirit:

The Soft Skin - Jean Desailly &  Françoise Dorléac, dir. François Truffaut - France, 1964

saveyourspirit:

The Soft Skin - Jean Desailly &  Françoise Dorléac, dir. François Truffaut - France, 1964

(via flouimaginer)


I just tore out the pages of every journal I’ve ever kept. I swear I will someday forget it all.


WE DA BEST

WE DA BEST


Okay, this is a scary accurate discription of me.


I should really get out of bed.


Is my room a construction zone?
OR A CLOUD PALACE!

Is my room a construction zone?

OR A CLOUD PALACE!