(Source: homsweethom.com, via dailydishonesty)
How foolish it must be for me
That even in my dreams
You still tug on my heart strings
(via foxrots)
"Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours."
Baz Luhrmann, Everybody’s Free
(via i-lomo-you)
I knew you’d find your way back eventually
happy 420
Change
I have outgrown them all, and one by one,
These loves I took so mightily from the heart
Before you came; the dolls that overran
My childhood hours and taught me fairy act;
The book I ravished with censored score;
Music that like delirium burned my days;
The golden calf I fashioned to adore
When lately I forsook the golden phrase
And then I shall outgrow this love of you
Sooner or later I shall put away
This jeweled ecstasy for something new
Brand me not fickle on that fatal day;
Bereft of change that is my drink and bread,
I would not love you now - I would be dead
— Angela Manalang Gloria, 1907
Audio Toxicity
Musical renditions of pure deceit.
Unconscious actions to murder a Beat.
Morbid notes tied my ears together.
They bled from pure (dis)pleasure.
Sacred silence and sleep are nonexistent.
Brutal sounds are far from distant.
The last song closes in.
What have kept me alive now my own demise.
Lasted as long as the songs in my head.