Over Produced By Influence

Trying to show what is in my head
Bright Eyes

—Lover I Don't Have to Love

thirteendeaths:

I want a lover I don’t have to love

 I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk

 And where’s the kid with the chemicals?

 I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full

 I need some meaning I can memorize

 The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

 But you, but you

 You write such pretty words

 But life’s no storybook

 Love’s an excuse to get hurt

 And to hurt

 Do you like to hurt?

 I do, I do

 Then hurt me

(via skramzmom)

portraitsofboston:

     “We’re not dating, but we’ve come to trust each other in such a way that when people look at us they think, ‘Oh, they’re so close. They must be a couple.’ But an intimate relationship doesn’t have to be sexual—he turns me on intellectually and we wholeheartedly enjoy each other’s company. We feel that we’re each other’s surrogate true loves.”

portraitsofboston:

     “We’re not dating, but we’ve come to trust each other in such a way that when people look at us they think, ‘Oh, they’re so close. They must be a couple.’ But an intimate relationship doesn’t have to be sexual—he turns me on intellectually and we wholeheartedly enjoy each other’s company. We feel that we’re each other’s surrogate true loves.”

(via megcarp)

Say Anything

—Of Steel

Disfigured things with sadistic schemes

have got it out for the woman of my dreams

I’m a helpless mess, damsel in distress,

caught staring at the symbol on her chest

You chose me out of this,

sea of klutzes come triple amputees

Unworthy of all your time

While I dance here among the land mines

(Source: sayanythingtrax, via sayanythingtrax)

I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.

—Albert Camus, The Stranger (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via ghxst)