Asteroidsinspo - ( Look Up. )

I actually don’t need to control my anger. Everyone around me needs to control their habit of pissing me off.

(via amour-pourtoujours)

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

i am extremely analytical and everything needs to be explained… hate living in the unknown bitch i have to know everything or i will fall into a coma

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

“the harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved”

The traumatised are unpredictable because we know we can survive.

B. Du Maurier (via plus-de-dimanche)

DOOM PATROL: AMENDS PATROL

“But you see, this crown has grown so very heavy, and I have become tired of seeing blood red stains soiling all that I touch.”

— rather death than kingship (x)