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  1. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    June 1, 2016 8:03pm UTC
    I grew up learning
    romance is violence.
    So when people ask “How do you love?”
    I say,
    is a door banged shut in anger,
    vocal chords rubbing together in fright,
    raised voices echoing in the middle of the night
    dancing from my room to yours.
    is red skin pinched from the thighs,
    is clenched fists smacked on a table,
    is furniture piled to block the way in,
    is an object slammed on purpose so you know I’ll know I’m
    is shrugging your hand from my shoulders,
    is not texting back,
    is throwing your phone against the wall,
    is kicking you in your sleep,
    is claw marks and bruised knuckles,
    is bleeding lips and bitten tongues,
    is shoving and pulling,
    is a knife unsliced,
    is 50 apologies not taken, 50 insults not taken back,
    is f.uck yous,
    is eye-daggers,
    is silence,
    is making them cry until they realize they are
    —Sade Andria Zabala, Romance Is Violent

  2. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    November 8, 2015 3:19pm UTC
    the Restless Heart,

  3. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    September 7, 2015 6:11pm UTC
    Please use Discretion when you're messing with the Message, Man:
    These Lyrics aren't for Everyone,
    Only a few Understand.
    format by fake_a_smile

  4. deadly deadly
    posted a quote
    July 24, 2014 12:38am UTC

  5. troyler* troyler*
    posted a quote
    July 13, 2014 9:02am UTC

  6. teenidle teenidle
    posted a quote
    June 14, 2014 7:17am UTC
    In the name of science
    To pinch and poke and examine was just my nature
    I was a scientist, my body was a great experiment
    yet I feared manically that it was failing.
    Acid climbed my throat
    Pennies were dropped in a bucket
    I felt itchy where I could not scratch
    and my biggest aspirations were pushed aside.
    I had to give all of myself to The Great Experiment,
    even if I was dying.
    I changed profession.
    I am distant from that now, I swear, I am, I promise!
    All habits dropped, says the brave face.
    I'm not dying, but I am lying.
    Rare calculations still flutter in the brain
    The balance in my mind is too quick to see what's heaviest
    too much, too much, too much, you daft girl
    The bruises on my knees and elbows reappear.
    I clench my fists to remind me my hands can create beautiful things.
    I stomp feet to to feel the floor, I am here and I am present.
    I close my eyes to picture a place where I am happy without this.
    I take deep breaths because my lungs work despite my reckless cruise to ruin myself.
    The Great Experiment is never quite over.

  7. teenidle teenidle
    posted a quote
    May 18, 2014 7:45am UTC
    i don't have the guts to wither away anymore
    i fear the bones under my skin and fragile hair
    i fear a stomach that beats it's drum, crying for attention
    i feel too much to stuff myself full like an old pillow
    i feel the heaviness, i feel the guilt to my very core
    i can't hug something that will never hug me back
    i resort to shaking hands, watering eyes, and a restless mind
    it is better to learn to harness my thoughts
    than to blindly follow them

  8. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    February 23, 2014 11:03am UTC
    They told me to write about my feelings, but then they complained about the blood staining the paper.

  9. hyperion* hyperion*
    posted a quote
    February 14, 2014 9:59pm UTC
    "that's the thing though, i'm pretty lonely most of the time so i stay at home and cry in bed, and i don't even do anything anymore, so it's like i'm pretty much dead."
    "but really, you're not. you're still performing vital life processes, right? and you're still converting air into carbon dioxide. so scientifically, you're not dead, and when all else fails to please or comfort you, i think that should, a little."

  10. hyperion* hyperion*
    posted a quote
    February 3, 2014 9:49am UTC
    When I was in the hospital
    I was roomed with a schizophrenic
    And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
    There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
    Who told very funny jokes
    A girl who never spoke a word
    Would draw the most beautiful pictures
    The boy who shook with anxiety
    Could hold the most intelligent conversations
    Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
    Had a heart the size of the ocean
    We are not who you think we are

  11. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    December 27, 2013 8:21pm UTC
    I feel like a stranger
    in my own skin.
    I tear open my veins,
    trying to break free
    from this prison;
    but, in the end,
    all I am left with
    is blood stained flesh,
    a hallow feeling in my chest,
    and a shell of the person
    who I once was.

  12. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    December 22, 2013 10:06pm UTC
    nothing about me is poetic.
    nothing about how I think is beautiful;
    the fact that I hate myself,
    and want to tear open my veins,
    and think of twenty-two ways (and reasons)
    to kill myself before noon,
    isn’t tragically beautiful
    (it’s just tragic,
    and really fücking sad).
    don’t turn me into a misunderstood
    piece of art, and do not belittle
    my sorrows so your antagonist
    can have someone to save.
    nothing about me is poetic;
    nothing about me is beautiful.

  13. algebraicrhombus algebraicrhombus
    posted a quote
    November 23, 2013 2:14pm UTC
    My friend grabbed my wrist today
    he didn't know that depsite my smiles, I was not okay

  14. PermitsTu PermitsTu
    posted a quote
    September 26, 2013 4:30pm UTC
    Metal seldom pierces skin,
    To let out the pain within.
    Scarlett trails down pale flesh.
    White scars hide your beauty.
    It breaks me to see you like this,
    So full of pain and self loathing.
    I wish my words would stay with you,
    So you could see how perfect you are to me.
    I love you.

  15. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    September 20, 2013 9:07pm UTC
    I miss the coldness of the metal
    that I pierced into me
    oh-so sinfully.
    and the warmth
    of the crimson liquid
    that flowed down
    my wrist.
    I miss your soothing words,
    medicine for my aching soul.
    I miss feeling loved,
    and dreaming about our future—
    I miss many things.
    But, most of all,
    I miss who I used to be.

  16. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    September 20, 2013 7:33pm UTC
    Just because I've been a good girl
    and I haven't torn open my skin recently,
    doesn't mean the thoughts in my head
    aren't killing me painstakingly slow;
    it doesn't mean I'm any less fücked up.

  17. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    August 2, 2013 4:10pm UTC
    You’re too young to hate the world.
    That’s what they keep on saying,
    over and over again; trying to reason
    with me, trying to convince me that
    this hatred inside of me is
    absurd and irrelevant.
    But, apparently, I’m not too young
    to have my innocence stolen
    from me before I was old enough
    to even understand what
    was happening to me.
    I’m not too young to take a blade
    to my skin in attempt to bleed
    out all of my demons.
    I’m not too young to pump myself
    full of medication to numb
    myself not only from the pain,
    but from the happiness too.
    I’m not too young to count calories
    and hate myself every time I take
    another bite.
    I’m not too young to look in
    the mirror and hate what I
    see because I’ll never be
    beautiful like the women in
    the magazines;
    I’m not too young to be deemed
    unworthy because I don’t act,
    talk, and look a cetain way;
    the way that is deemed
    by society.
    But, I am too young
    to hate the world.

  18. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2013 11:14pm UTC
    You think that everything would be
    better without you, correct?
    You’re utterly convinced that no
    one needs you, right?
    Right now, I want you to go to
    your special hiding place and
    get your knife, your blade,
    your lighter; whatever tool
    you’ve spent countless nights
    battling, turning to for some
    type of comfort. Now, I want you
    to hold that tool. I want you to
    feel the weight of it within
    your palm. Feel the coldness
    against your warm skin.
    Now, picture this:
    your mother, going to your room
    to wake you up, only to find your
    corpse on the ground, surrounded
    by your own blood.
    Can you hear it now?
    The shrieks of terrors,
    the uncontrollably sobbing.
    Can you hear it now?
    Then, your father comes running
    to your room, finding your mother,
    his wife, clutching your limp
    body (his precious baby); screaming
    to the heavens, desperately wishing
    that she would just wake up from this nightmare.
    He runs to her, pulling her away
    from your body, shielding her
    away from the horror. He bites his tongue,
    holding back the sobs.
    An hour later, they’ve collected
    the body and your mother hasn’t
    moved from the couch, blankly staring
    into space; still waiting, hoping, praying
    that she’ll wake up from this nightmare.
    Your farther is in the other room,
    sobbing silently; the same man
    who you never once saw cry,
    broken down.
    Still believe your life means nothing?
    Now picture your sibling, your sister, your brother,
    getting called to the office; their teacher telling
    them it’s an emergency. Your parents are there,
    your mother is crying, your father is holding
    her shaking body. Your sibling is confused, frightened.
    They tell them the news, and the teacher
    has to catch them before they fall
    to the ground.
    It was just last night you two
    were bickering over what movie
    to watch. It was just last night they
    heard your laugh, saw your smile.
    It was just last night.
    When they tell your best friend,
    they break down; you two were
    supposed to see a movie that weekend.
    You two were going to get pizza; now you’re gone,
    and they’re left alone to fight their own demons.
    It’s been one month.
    Your door remains closed,
    no one dares to go in there.
    Your mother has shut down,
    not knowing how to go on.
    She cries herself to sleep every night.
    Blaming herself for not telling you
    how much she loves you.
    Your father goes through the motions,
    but some nights, he has a little too
    much whiskey, hoping to numb the
    pain that seems to have settled
    on his chest.
    Your sibling has gone silent,
    turning to the knife to deal
    with the pain that has taken
    over them. Almost ever night,
    they break down, punching
    the ground, screaming your name
    to the heavens.
    Your best friend goes out every night,
    drinking to forget the ache in their chest.
    Just one more glass of vodka to forget,
    even for a little while.
    And where are you?
    You’re six feet under the ground,
    rotting away silently.
    While everyone you loved,
    who loved you, is continuing
    their lives—but there’s a void
    in their a hearts, a space where
    you once lived in.
    Did you know that you’re
    the reason your best friend
    didn’t kill them self?
    Did you know that you were
    your sibling’s best friend?
    Your parents’ pride and joy?
    The light of everyone’s lives.
    No, because you were blinded
    by your sadness; you let
    the darkness win.
    Don’t let the darkness win.
    Put the tool down, you’re
    needed elsewhere.

  19. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 25, 2013 4:57pm UTC
    I can't figure out what's
    worse, the fact that I
    reached for the blade,
    or that I was too sad
    to pick it up.

  20. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 20, 2013 7:03pm UTC
    It was three in the morning
    when I found you on the
    bathroom floor, curled into
    yourself, sobbing silently.
    I rushed towards you,
    pulling you into my arms,
    grasping tightly, scared that
    if I let go, you would float away.
    Your blood stained hands clutched
    onto my shirt tightly, burying your
    head into my chest; I’m sorry, you
    whispered over and over again.
    I kissed your forehead, rocking you
    back and forth gently, rubbing your
    back soothingly. I bit my lip, holding
    back the sobs that were threatening
    to overtake me. It’s okay, I whispered
    softly; running my fingers
    through your hair.
    We both knew I couldn‘t
    be your savior; no matter
    how much I wanted to;
    there were just some
    demons that you needed
    to fight alone.
    But, no matter what,
    I will always be with you,
    holding you through the
    nights that are so cruel
    to you; when the demons
    win, and it’s just too much
    for you to take.
    I will always be there.


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