"He went to you for guidance
You hid behind a screen
Knowing how much empathy might mean
Did you know how much he loved?
Did you know how much he cared?
Lost in the teachings was a boy so all alone and scared
Father, we were so in love
And that’s what I find so odd
Our love was pure and nothing else
Brought me closer to God"
- Absolution, bare: A Pop Opera (via destruction-decay-and-desire)
What do you do when someone you love more than anything doesn’t care much for you anymore?
"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."
- Sylvia Plath (via realsushi)
(Source: raccoonwounds, via kiralovesryuk)
Person: That weird emo shit you listen to is the reason you are depressed.
Me: That music, is the reason I'm alive.