I’m allowed to be tired
And sleepy
And lonely
And sad…

You usually aren’t there to see me like this anyway.  Why should I hide it if you aren’t here?

I’m allowed to be tired
And sleepy
And lonely
And sad…

You usually aren’t there to see me like this anyway. Why should I hide it if you aren’t here?

I can feel the earth turning under my body, and I feel the weight of every dissonant energy of today’s lost souls. It terrifies me even more to know were all floating through this vast, beautiful, endless space, by ourselves isolated in our own minds

I know that I’m terribly sad and lonely each night, but that just means I’ll love you that much more when you’re mine. I have the tendency to out almost every ounce I have of myself. That’s how people should love. Right?

cumbermums:

iru-hime:

weird-happenings:

dorirosa:

suncalf:

what if you were in bed tonight and you were really lonely and sad and you were lying with your arm hanging out over the edge of the bed into the darkness and just as you were going to sleep, the darkness reached out and held your hand

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i made a thing

This is beautiful.

I cried

I love this. The darkness is usually portrayed as something sinister but I think it’s beautiful.

(Source: lupercos, via tinypottedgroot)