You’re beautiful, it’s society that’s fucked.– (via condenseandabridge) (via genderqueer)
When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a...– Leonard P. Matlovich [submitted by Reama B.] (via danielextra)
A Series of Questions
bwbachod: I stumbled across this today and I think that it is fantastic. With a few simple photographs this project is so moving and thought provoking. Turning the questions on the viewer is such a simple idea, but it works so well. The subjects hold signs depicting questions that each has had posed to them personally— some by strangers, others by loved ones, friends, or colleagues....
I think its time I took a stand.
I think its the waiting that bears down on us that wears us out I know I am waiting even though I never knew what for I guess thats what we are here to find out My skin feels heavy It is tired and it is strained from holding all of my tissue and bones You will wonder and you will think about what is in store in the end you will decide what you think happens next They can have my hands I wont need...
Dependency my old old friend, didnt you get my memo? I hadnt missed you yet!
This is what my confessions will look like. Soundless.
Theres no more time for fairytales Innocent eyes have a hard time seeing the lighter sides to every story Crimson eyes shine out upon a damaged world There are secrets we keep, Longings we hide away Im still not convinced about the princess and the pea Ive got a hard time believing a frog could be a prince And Rumpelstiltskin seems the only real story If I was Peter, would you be my Wendy? What...
Summer is over, I think someone forgot to remind the sun It glares down at us all shuffling about our business, Teasing and taunting The call of the wind whispers to us we are alone There is a loud crack as something inside snaps, No one else hears it. Trains are filled with absent, distant glances Their chosen tunes blare in their ears drowning out the lonely call Everything is always over too...
I love the way you are bringing me back to life.
So Ill wear this secret Hidden In the corner of my upturned lips Where Only you can read it Only you can taste it.
There are people we should have never met, people we shouldn’t know and people who never deserved to meet us.
I am still holding this secret inside Its breaking and crumbling, rotting away I think sometimes it almost fades Till it finds some new thread to seep And launch itself once more upon my mind Sometimes it seems less real Sometimes it could all just have been a dream Something pretend, less then whole Dramatic leaps of a pain I cannot name shoot from someplace deep inside It could be that there is...