(Source: undeadlife, via miss-kittentits)
(Source: surrogateself, via vintague)
(via t-aiji)
There is natural light shining through the glass,
My hair strung to my wet face
I am moving and creating sound
But the inside of me cannot be found
The click, click, clicking of my keys can be heard through the house
But my words are silent as the footsteps through the hall
My body is hot and my mouth is dry,
The glass of water next to me remains full
When you look at me I am free
But the prison walls are hidden under the blanket I hide
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite."
. (via sous-la-plage)
~CLICKFORCHANGE~
So much scrambling through this uncontrolled brain of mine, hopefully I can find and grasp the words to describe the way I’m feeling tonight..or I might end up going crazy
