damorgue
damorgue:

Gather Yourself BoyYou can’t fall apart like this every time someone walks out from your life. You won’t live past 27 if you keep weeping like a little bitch. You have to man up! Make your skin thicker, your heart bolder. What is this nonsense about dying because he doesn’t love you? Do you have any idea of how many scars you’re gonna get until life leaves your body? Thousands of them. And yet again you are drowning yourself in a cup of water just because you grew up away from your biological parents. Boo-fucking-hoo.You have a remarkable gift. Great talent. Uncommon. A kind of ability that only appears once in every 10 years. And you’re wasting it. All you do is cry because some guy got overwhelmed over your ultra-violent emotional issues.That’s fucking bullshit.So knock it off and pick the fuck up all the broken pieces of your ashamed heart and carry on. Those unequal eyes weren’t made to shed tears all the time. Your face is a canvas, it’s blank. Empty as the excuses of those who wouldn’t love you back.Your face was made to wear masks. To hold thousands of terrifying faces made out of paper. It was made to deal with things. To avoid the cutting and the shatterness. To let those rabbit teeth shine along like the rare sun in an August morning.✞

damorgue:

Gather Yourself Boy

You can’t fall apart like this every time someone walks out from your life. You won’t live past 27 if you keep weeping like a little bitch. You have to man up! Make your skin thicker, your heart bolder. What is this nonsense about dying because he doesn’t love you? Do you have any idea of how many scars you’re gonna get until life leaves your body? Thousands of them. And yet again you are drowning yourself in a cup of water just because you grew up away from your biological parents. Boo-fucking-hoo.

You have a remarkable gift. Great talent. Uncommon. A kind of ability that only appears once in every 10 years. And you’re wasting it. All you do is cry because some guy got overwhelmed over your ultra-violent emotional issues.

That’s fucking bullshit.

So knock it off and pick the fuck up all the broken pieces of your ashamed heart and carry on. Those unequal eyes weren’t made to shed tears all the time. Your face is a canvas, it’s blank. Empty as the excuses of those who wouldn’t love you back.

Your face was made to wear masks. To hold thousands of terrifying faces made out of paper. It was made to deal with things. To avoid the cutting and the shatterness. To let those rabbit teeth shine along like the rare sun in an August morning.