March 2012
22 posts
February 2012
25 posts
to the broken
to those broken souls that loom in the corners of saddness
that linger in the fading light of sweet memories
those broken people composed of broken arms and broken legs
with bruised hearts and bleeding tongues
that remain detached to avoid the pain
of feeling so helpless, defeat, abused.
in truth we lie in the gutters of reality
drifting through perpetual nothing.
we are all blind you...
“I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.”
– Frida Kahlo (via indicio)
please forgive my imperfections.
please allow yourself the possibility to return my hidden sentiments.
