King of Space.

Preferred pronouns: royal

Triggers: bullshit / hypocrisy / party pooping / tumblr


Deaf night and dark wave,

A nurse come to make rounds.

Hard to spot here in the dark

but felt upon the skin.

Cold and wet

repeated crests

in fireworks descend.

First steal a mind

then seal its eyes.

You carry less water

but carry it harder

'til my beaches of ribs ache

and the hands on my face shake

and the clock says it’s too late. 

You’re coming in farther

from distances longer,

eroding me further.

You crash unaware with the force of my murder.



In stillness

I wonder what am I becoming?

Carved out in the shape of a thing with no form.

A dark sea’s inversion.

A sound mind’s perversion.

Killing time for me.

Killing me in time.

#tbt simpler times

#tbt simpler times



Now my resolve wants to fall like confetti

As Time, she teaches me how messily

Overcalculation kills. 

This heart’s an uzi I cannot keep steady.

I’m scared of what it’s become, 

Scared of what will become of me.

We wonder, when will this mouth open

And, too, when will it matter again?


All That Glitters.

All That Glitters.

“Wanted by many. Taken by none. Looking at some. Waiting for one.”

–  -Unknown (via psych-facts)

I feel you, bro.

I feel you, bro.

I miss you. Sorry I suck.

Anonymous asked: “how are you”


Horny and emotionally unstable


i need kisses and attention and alcohol

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