We strive to build the best foundation one can in oder to survive the pain that the world throws at us. We buy the bricks, the cement, and even consider hiring contractors for help. We believe the best foundation will save us from it all. We know it won’t, but we build anyways. We build, and build, and build… until suddenly we have just another city that’s filled with more worldly pains. We don’t encourage demolition, but we never consider the consequences of building. We can’t quit on our foundation, but we don’t think about the harm.

—scribbles for a pen, Thoughts for you

bittersweetart:

Man Arenas

sleep-sweet:

I dream in colour,
because you’re
black and white.

I sleep through the day,
because you’re awake
at night.

I show off my heart,
because you stay
out of sight.

I break down regularly,
because you seem to
be alright. 

This redefines death-by-pencil.

Cross my path and my you know what goes you know where. Fierce.

yes, i know i’m cute… now, give me your soul.