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kata4a:

concrete meaning “not abstract” predates concrete meaning, you know, the material, by about two hundred years or so

guy who invented concrete was like “this is the least abstract thing I’ve ever seen”

unclearnie:

This is my super depressing and terrible poem

I feel death’s hands caress my cheek as a lover returning to mark the skins he’s always owned.
Death has been kind to me
And is only there when I need.
But, I must resist his advances;
I must not fall in love.
Those depths of water are for deep sea divers,
Not those only familiar with paddling pools.
I cannot lie to the man I will love;
I will fall one day.
I just want one mire day, or more
I believe I will.

The warmth of coldness licks the base of my soul.
Another few steps and I could drown,
Another few steps and I could breathe in watered breath.
I know I would regret it, but
I’d hope I wouldn’t realise.
My heart lurches from my throat as life attempts to escape the jail
I don’t wish to enclose it in.

I would be alone in the water.
I am alone in the air.
In water,
I can believe contentment hides behind the next wave.
It won’t come;
I’d be under by then.

I know people would miss me, but I am
Missing to myself.
In this moment, I cannot care,
The water on you face and in the ocean still stain salt.

I want to drown in your tears;
It would be a contrast to my own.

Can death hold me now? Can loneliness leave?
Can I feel happy?
May I feel happy?
Will I feel happy?

I don’t want to die.
I don’t want to live.
I just want to feel right,
As a light switched on to help sight
I am not the sun.
Inside, I am wrong; a tad out of place, a forced link,
A disconnection
White noise on a perfect transmission.

Am I tired? Am I as alone as I thought?
Why don’t I run?
Because running from nightmares can never be done.
I want a lucid nightmare;
Some choice in the voices I can hear tell me
I am not.

Do I love? Can I love?
Why ask about love in the first place?
I don’t know if I’ve felt it;
I’ve wished it away.

I feel as if I’ve lost someone;
Grieving for an unknown grief,
Mourning before the seats have been counted.
Have I lost myself?
Am I alone?
Am I just a teenager with hormones engrained to misunderstand?
Am I over exaggerating?
Am I a no body?
Do I believe in no bodies?
Am I truly important or am I begging for too much?

Am I alone?

So much to fear, so much to lose.
Why live to feel the cruel heavy forces of water hit you?
Become sea foam and drift away
- a sacrifice for myself.

I don’t want to hurt them.
I don’t want to hurt.
Tomorrow I will be happy, or maybe
I won’t.
Tomorrow is so unknown and I wish it never know it.

Why is the heat so harsh today?
I didn’t burn so easily when the flames licked me.
Only in the embers does my skin blister.
Is this fear?
Always believing I’m the loser before I started playing
Did I ever start?
I never felt the line of the field underneath my feet.

Am I tired?
Am I lonely?

Am I alone?.

unclearnie:

Inside voices keep me awake making me wish I’d drown

     Out the noise

             In the water

Stop hearing tanks explode on the mental plain

I have shell shock 

  - I detonated my own bombs.

Pages and pages of bullshit

       "Poetry"

And all I can come up with is

 Make it stop.

The grief tingles just beneath the skin.

Touch me,

      Burn through,

              Scratch through and release all the 

Demons. 

I want it gone. 

I want to drown

     Out the rational;

              In my misery

I have never wanted something so desperately 

How are you not afraid of me?

I’m afraid of me,

So scared.

Stars will supernova just so they can destroy the glint in my eye:

I’m so far away -

                            I cannot call back myself…

Drown it all!

Take this tumour out;

If the brain must go with it,

Okay. 

I need to get out.

I need to drown

      Out the traffic

            And in the closest sea. 

Make it stop. 

Please.

When I cry for help, you don’t need to respond.

Please respond,

                          Soon. 

It’s tempting me to rip each fibrous muscle out just to scratch the haunting itch.

Make it stop. 

Make it stop. 

Drown me

      In the noiseless voices of deep.

Make it stop!

Each needle pricks just beneath,

You’ll never see what I feel -

       And that’s what hurts,

              More than anything.

No one will know

                Can know

 Will know what I think,

Feel,

Am.

officialmrpresident:

hey lol, guess who loves themselves a bit

shieldmaidenofvalhalla:

tastefullyoffensive:

Puppies Who Look Like Teddy Bears (photos via Bored Panda)

Previously: Perfectly Timed Dog Photos

I am DYING LOOK AT THESE LITTLE LOSERS, FUCK.

redmonsoontriad:

i get caught off guard when people acknowledge my presence because im so irrelevant i sometimes forget i even exist

buttholeos:

i was checking out at target and this guy was being really flirty with me and his nametag said rosemarie so when i left i said “have a good night rosemarie” and he said “rosemarie??” and i pointed to his nametag and he said fuck very loud then said “they are always fucking doing this to me”

thebootydiaries:

thebootydiaries:

me getting ready for valentines day

i love this post bc people always tag someone else and that other person is always like “shut up i hate you”

lynzave:

my dad used to have an ear piercing in the eighties and someone asked him “does it make you gay if your piercing is on the right side or the left” and he replied “it makes you gay if you love cock”