So High

vienuolee:

endlesswordsonapage:

The precision,

with which you cut me

is practiced,

honed over time.

I’ve become your living canvas,

your palette and your knife.

The scars,

from the first time

are still fading,

as your adept fingers

work to bloom new ones too.

I can only

look into your eyes,

watch, disconnected

wondering,

what did I ever do

to deserve you.

- Mirror Image

@same2mistakes kaip gražu

vienuolee:

biscaboo-deactivated20221221:

When you hope, and the hope turns into wishing, and the wishing turns into dreaming, and the dreaming turns into yearning and all that yearning turns into aching. The fucking deepest, irrepressible kind of aching. That’s when you know you’re screwed. That’s when you know there’s no-one else but them …

@same2mistakes tave priminė

kurrusu:

*me to me*

don’t think about it

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madiflores:

THE ART OF HEALING

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boobslyn:

can I just skip to the part in my life where I’m covered in tattoos, working my dream job, traveling, and married to the girl I love

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infpisme:

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whismical:

*pushes tear back into eye* not now

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