burningoutinparisandlondon:

Addiction is the state you reach when you realize you’ve transitioned from experimenting with drugs to experimenting with sobriety.

01:13 PM / 2,832 notes musings.lmao

“ I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here. ”
Sylvia Plath, “Two Campers in Cloud Country,” from The Collected Poems

smell.    city asphalt kissed by rain.   acetone mouth.   diesel fumes against winter air.   a 102 degree fever.   feline urine.   airport book stores.

taste.    nicotine on fabric car seats.   heated iron.   clorox wipes.   stolen restaurant mints.

sight.    teeth marks on flesh.   scabbed elbows.   the dirt under your fingernails.   weathered black lacquer.   tripping on untied shoelaces.   tremors.

sound.    white noise.   pleasure at 2am.   glass shards under dirty sneakers.   brakes on train tracks.   tripped alarm systems.   the insulated silence after snow.

body.    bruised ivory.   dilated pupils.   bursted capillaries.   self-harm.   a child learning to stand.   tourniquet rashes.   blushed cheeks after your first kiss.   collapsed femoral vein.

04:34 AM / 1 note musings.

❤, ☘, ✝, ⚠

kris very much believes in love,   despite facing a severe lack of it from both friends and family.   he is viewed primarily as not only a nuisance,   but a disruption to   ‘ normal life. ’   he has always had immense difficulty in controlling his emotional state when placed in situations where he is forced into verbal or physical expression   —-   meaning,   more than likely,   his emotions are likely to prevent rational discussions where they are needed.   kris loves heavily,   feels heavily,   exists heavily.   searching for someone   ‘ perfect ’   for himself has never been a thought process,   though for someone so outwardly troubled,   he has an extremely open heart.   despite this,   his ideal type of love is something he has yet to find or experience,   for he both expresses caring in a way that is severely misleading and abusive,   and searches within the wrong population of gender,   as he cannot bring himself to accept his own truth

kris has a tendency to feel bitterness towards others in this light,   viewing luck as something only provided to people who live simpler and more privileged lives than his own.   he believes luck is anything but fair,   due to the fact that he has never been on the receiving end of the well known    ‘ good luck. ’   homelessness and addiction will undoubtedly strip away any hope in a person looking to be presented with a certain blessing that is purely mental and inconsistent.   kris does not believe in fate

something akin to an atheist,   never truly presented with the ideals of organized religion,   kris is neither religious nor spiritual.   he believes that his own constant suffering and lack of ability to find happiness indicates that there is not a god,   for in his eyes,   any god would not allow such a high degree of pain to rule over the vast majority of the known population found on earth.  additionally,   kris is not the type of person to feel hatred towards religion,   or those who are religious   —-   he simply does not believe it is necessary,   in any capacity,   to base your life and meaning around something for which there is zero evidence of existence

the general consensus would seem to be that kris is an incredibly impulsive person,   and both his constant abuse of drugs and overuse of sexually abusive behavior may serve as great indicators.   when faced with conflict,   regardless of it being due to his own actions or those another individual,   kris is highly likely to escalate the situation through verbal attack and harassment,   followed by immediate willingness to physically fight.   when he believes he is under any sort of threat,   or faced with words holding potential to damage his reputation  and / or  character,   meaningless as they may be in the grand scheme of ability to function,   kris is highly likely to lash out more violently than is needed,   in a disproportionate manner to what is occurring.   he is routinely regarded among others as something of a loose canon,   emotionally unstable,   and physically domineering

“ I feel like you are something
I say in the dark. ”
Wendy Xu, from “We Are Both Sure To Die,”You Are Not Dead

07:50 PM / 8,969 notes musings.