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"My body is a good place to be because… functionally speaking I know at the end of the day that it’s the only home I’ve ever had and it’s the only home I ever will have. So no matter how much I argue with it, at the end of the day I have to treat it like my home. And home is where you’re suppose to feel the safest and home is where love happens and home is where you’re suppose to feel the best about yourself. Welcome home."

- Meredith Graves 

mahkes1s asked: Your poetry goes from discovery to love to heartbreak it seems.

Wow you got that right away. I figured out recently I seem to write about-leaving, staying, destruction or messed up love

"By the way he looked at me
With that crooked smile
And those eyes that
Drilled holes into my chest
And caused me wonder
I knew he was going to leave bruises
Force tears and demand bloodshed
Some people enjoy shipwrecks
And their touch burns.
Yet, I still found my bare feet
Closing the distance between us
Left, right, left, right"

- Personal

"Don’t tell me what a man says, don’t tell me what a man knows, tell me where he’s traveled."

- Prophet Muhammad

"

I’m always catching the sunrise now
Because of you
I’m no longer chasing horizons,
The sun greets me.

Those sleepless nights
Ending in sleepy goodbyes
And the quiet drive home
Watching fire spread through darkness
Bring me such peace

I don’t mind the time
Wasting time doing nothing
With someone who means something
Is how dark nights are meant to be spent

I like these little moments
Together their parts make up a much bigger collective whole
Of memories
Spent in your company

You,
my beautiful friend,
were worthwhile

"

- Personal 

"

Look me in the eyes and preach shit
About what I need

In the same damn cage for years and years
While you run free

Best hope and pray to the sky above
That I never break out

But know that I will and when I do
I’m going to silence that mouth

"

- The Dream Calls for Blood, Death Angel

"

With that heart of yours,
You could have loved me forever
But you chose to love me less

With those wide blue eyes of yours,
You could have made my soul your own,
But they chose to drill holes through me

With that mouth of yours,
You could have licked away the salt from my skin,
Instead it left bite marks

With those hands of yours,
You could have soothed my bones
Instead they beat my heart out of sync

With that smile of yours,
You could have soothed the forest fires in me,
But you chose to burn my body instead

"

- Personal

"It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love."

- Slaughterhouse 5, Kurt Vonnegut