There are writers, who abide by the rules, and create sentences. 
And then there are writers, who write blindly, and create art.  

Don’t overlook the beauty of careless fragments and missing commas. 

“Give up said the voice, but until I trace it back to you, I shan’t”

That voice was never traced back to me, yet you did it, again.
You broke a promise, the first of many. 

In the heat of the moment, you become convinced that you’re invincible. For a second, you mean your fuck you’s and I hate you’s, only to have that determination slapped out of you once things have cooled down. I’m the worlds most unstable woman, nice to meet you. 

I’ve never had my mind set on leaving and felt so true to my word, as tonight. I’m exhausted, and I’ve reached my breaking point. Plain and simple, no fancy words needed, or extravagant metaphors. Let this be the end of that. 

Sweet and tart, 
Topaz heart.

Willing and kind,
Nefarious mind. 

No control,
Desolate soul.

Life and death,
Black and white,
All lead back to sights of blue. 

That sad soul, is all you’ll ever know.
So grow fond and let it sink into your bones,
Because theres no letting go.

Violets, graced by your touch have withered. 
Orchids, that once defined your delicate beauty grew frail and dull. 
Daises, oh the daises. 
The garden, couldn’t withhold the strength of the winds. 
Roots uplifting, all but one.
The Lilacs, the delicate Lilacs. 

(Source: ses-amour)

I can be pretty harsh when I’m upset. 

Useless, really. 
Undesirable love, of the forgotten kind.   
Wasteful, really.  
Weak months, bundled into nothing.  

If you self promote your tumblr on a social networking site, chances are your blog sucks.

Do you ever see some annoying teenage girl on your dash with a superficial blog and wonder, when the fuck did I take the time to follow your shit blog?

I’ll carve your love, into the tallest of trees,
Trace your soul, onto the strongest of bones,
Burn your name, onto the weakest of hearts.