xxxtentacion:

and I’m always where the, sun don’t shine & tears don’t show,  wont hurt me now, cause hearts been broke, I , hate myself, but, it wont show, I ,constantly lose, all, my remorse

and its , 10 for wolf, and 3 for the shepard, and its, 1 for the sheep, who led by a leopard often, gave his perception as a handle of weapon, took a bite of your apple, give me all you can offer,

now, im trapped in a changing maze, setting my soul ablaze, couldn’t control the pace , where is this going hey, heartless is recklessness,  

its word of a pacifist to word of a massicist, im off of the map, my lord I spoke to a baphomet, he said he would save me if i gave him one thing he needed, what is this thing i pleaded, boy its the key to even,

and as I spoke my fangs hand shown, taken aback he smiles, and tells me, what you crave will soon be yours, but what I crave, is already mine, anima vestra

13lilies:

“I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love” -The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (via weirdgirlcoolgirl)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via night-rooms)