August 22nd - via and with 400 notes

In the throws of the ruby red river that flows through this darkening concrete devouring ghosts that float by. I’m with them.

The loneliest thing in the shape of a fist that I wish I could bring in this bitter abyss is my petrified heart, still pounding.

August 22nd - via and with 258 notes

I’m not depressed or hopeless, I’m only walking in a blur.