haley-upton
Minnesota, US
I am a person who thrives on intellect, and will take every opportunity to bash intellectual swords with whomever is willing. I like whichever music takes my fancy on a given day, and I like films that try to own themselves and fuck everybody else. / / I like people who have an identity without having to broadcast it to every living thing in a 1,000 mile radius. / / I like humor. Disturbing humor, dark humor, dry humor, sarcastic humor, philosophical humor, silly humor, fucked up humor, etc. George Carlin is my favorite comedian. / / I am a pretty fucked up person when it comes right down to it. But I do have a bright side. Think of me as a ticking bomb, wrapped in barb wire, with a little glowing heart right in the middle. / / Most of all, I am not a person who puts up with being controlled or manipulated. If you try to do that with me, then go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.
She who lives in
Darkness and in light
Entertaining her precious soul
While dancing in the flames
Flaring in the depths of her mind
Master of thought
Commander of thought
Dreamer of cloud height dreams
Fantasizer of dreams shrouden in black smoke
Eyes as receptors to the world
The black hallowed earth around her
She walks this black earth
She who is
The Hallowed Maiden
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Imagine
Imagine being forced
To think about
Every single thing
Every single
terror
and
horror.
Imagine
Imagine having something
Inside of you that you can’t
run
away
from.
Imagine wondering how
Those around you
Fail to notice
How close you are
to
collapse.
Imagine
Imagine plastering
A smile
On
Your face
So you don’t have to
Let people see the true
Cracks
in
your
skin.
Imagine
Imagine having your fears
Taking such a
Hold of you
That you no longer
recognize
happiness.
Imagine
Imagine feeling abnormal
Like an
alien
in your
own world.
Fear
Fear going outside
Into the daylight
Imagine
For one
Second
How you would feel
if.
every.
single.
thing.
around.
you.
had the possibility
of
terrifying
you.
Imagine
Fear
Fear getting into
Your
Car.
You can’t run
away
from
The images
Of the people you
Might ****
the crashes
You might cause
A week
Later.
A month
Later.
The images are still
with
you.
The sight of your
Car
Sends a signal
To that thing inside of you
To open the gates of
Your own hell
Could you **** someone
today?
What if
What if you don’t
See that car turning
Because your thoughts
Won’t let go of the
fear
of
that
happening.
You would never
In a million
years
Voluntarily hurt
someone
That is the perfect
sustenance
for anxiety.
Turning you into a monster
Inside your own head
Imagine
Imagine having to get
In your car and
Smile at your
passenger
as
though
nothing. Is. wrong.
They don’t see
Your
Knuckles
Turn white
As you grip
The steering wheel
They miss your
Face harden into
A perfected mask
Of indifference
While your thoughts
Are searing the
Inside of your skull
racing
a million
miles
a minute.
They don’t know
That all you want
To do is crawl inside
yourself
And sleep forever
They can’t imagine
The terror of
Fearing the one thing
That you can’t
Run away from
Imagine being trapped
In your own mind.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC