(Source: bankcee, via littlelovered)
There was red skies at dusk, I woke from a bad dream, or what must have been, I had a cold sweat and a sore jaw. Troubled, uneasy waters, endless black Atlantic. I’ve been dreaming of doors and voids, and paisley bed spreads. This souls cracks are shown after the thaw, I hate spring, I always have.
I do not know what will come,
Not Waving But Drowning
Stevie smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
(Source: gagweed, via philleeeeep)
(Source: tupac, via uglybarbie)
(via earthwards)
(via celestial-skeletons)
(Source: soulontheroad, via creta)
I am no
trinket
this you must know
trinkets tarnish
and trinkets go
