I’m slipping and sliding
I’m seeing the signs and I know the lead is coming, settling back into its previous crevices ready to make its trip back down into the darkness with me.
I know what I should be doing but I’m relieve to be back into this familiar place, I knew I could never be cured with all the same triggers around me. Who was I kidding?
God I need one right now, finals are stressing and scaring the fuck out of me. I just want to curl into a little ball
(Source: tonsofphotographyxox, via sayingimages)
nostalgia watching this speech, although i am happy to not experience sitting next to his red binder and go through class in fear knowing that at some point, he was going to hit or kick you (or sitting across from him and knowing that you were going to be called on simply because you were sitting right across from him).
He should come to my school
He was my escape this sunny day;
I grew around his toes and wrapped
Delicately about the rocky torso he
Lends me when I am limp and worn.
Perhaps it was the way his hands
Clutched me and persuaded mine to
Clench even tighter, but I wished
For his kiss to capture me again,
Maybe those eyes could reply and
Share my agony for just a second.
(Source: sheddinpetals)
