truth kills

You navigate the barricade
I stumble
Don’t have the words
Slingshot prepared
Become narrow manifestations
Increase in pressure

Your eyes swallow me whole
As I whisper my recent fate
Into your palms
Evaporate inside your atmosphere
The very depth that consumes

Set me free to linger and bleed
Allow me my mortal misgivings
I can stand a great many lies
It is the truth that kills
Because you saw the thread of me
Those clamoring convictions
Sewn into my relief

It’s good to feel amicable
If I’m forced to relive it
A fool at one
With the arch of humanity
At home in the crux
Of doleful acceptance

…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

listen I love this early TFA concept art of young Kylo Ren (then just referred to as the Jedi Killer) 


he is literally dressed like an emo

literally my father watching the 100 episode 3.04 Watch the Thrones

*Lexa enters Clarke’s room with sexy dress* 

Father: This is a booty call right here

*scene continues as Lexa and Clarke speak, father watches intently suddenly Lexa goes to leave*

Father *in a whisper of desperation*: wait, come back