I don’t call, I don’t write
I walk away when things don’t
I sleep and I sleep
and when I’m awake, I
am still not conscious.
I linger on indecisions
and feed on imagined lies.
I chip away the whole to
rouse the consuming black
and day by day,
I lose.
For each and every,
the beating releases,
recaptures
and reignites
just enough to taunt
only a little.
As I
fall back asleep
into
the arresting bed
of black.
so fucking true. I LOVE YOU MICHAEL! lmao
(Source: lipgallagher)
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I started a beauty blog in September and have been posting on and off, just whenever the mood hits. But I’m going to try to post a little more often. Same goes for this tumblr, because of someone named Michi :) Thanks for the support!