Beautiful…dark inspiration filled me this morning. A bleak passage…now no longer alone. Perhaps this journey…was meant to be ventured with you. This is a gift, this is, ‘Together / Within’. Feel free to reblog, like, or follow if you take interests in my works. I have an undying appreciation for anyone who does. Thank you. ~Warxpro
Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.
Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.