Trying to think how can I hurt myself in the worst ways possible.

Trying to think how can I hurt myself in the worst ways possible.

Scribe4Haxan: Boy Staring At An Apparition (1824-25) - Francisco Goya

I Can&Amp;Rsquo;T Believe There Will Be Tomorrow

Bruder Des Lichts

War Command

I Died Alone A Long Long Time Ago

I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Know What To Do With All This Hurt

Lefleur

Crimsonkismet: “I Thought I Breathed The Perfume In Your Blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness And Desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, From The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19Th Of October,”

Finita-La-Commedia: – Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem Of The End”

Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The Things You Feel. Deep In Your Spirit Let Them Rise Akin To Stars In Crystal Skies That Set Before The Night Is Blurred: Delight In Them And Speak No Word. How Can A Heart

Gamblingwitch: Me, Having To Pretend In Front Of Other People That I Have Empathy

GracelessSubmission - GrannyPanties - Graphis