speakincinema asked: This isn't a question but... you're beautiful.
Thanks love <3
Work in progress
The realization of her reality is not obtainable in the eyes of her suitor. He wants no more than to woo her, sweep her away and fill her full of his life on a part time basis. Her knight turns into one night over and over again, replayed memories of a simple encounter. His touch is enough to fulfill the void in her body, he fills her with actions of peace three times a day. Over taken by confusion, that’s when they feel real. Sharing nothing more than the same bed, mind sets send them miles apart. She lives with more than she has ever known; He feels something that he has never had. They call it love.
Selfless lovers do as they please. Contradict every move they make. They love, they hate just as hard as one another. She wants every part of him to make up for the lack of attention she receives. He wants to give her everything he can to set her aside from every other. Cheating on experience with one another they are comfortable with their perception of being together. They need love to validate existing. Silent struggles in the back of their minds; she doesn’t care what he wants if it isn’t her. His ego couldn’t bear not being pursued. Desperately clutching the idea of infinite affection makes them happy. Logic is exodus, delusion is truth. They as one live in the mirage of love.
2 of 4 part.
Vile Victory
Submissive, preoccupied, ignorant catastrophe
What we have is a vile victory
Countless lost, trapped in the box of unfulfilling fait
Taken by the networks of finding a savage mate
Land of the creep, home of the damned
Continents plagued by famine
Lost and trapped in the comfort of history
What we’ve won is a vile victory
False freedom provoked by emptiness
Walking past life, to afraid to face the days
Stuck in the grasp of the conservative ways
Compressed into convention, conformed by fear
The end is nowhere near
Words, thoughts, actions all contradictory
What we saw was a vile victory
This endeavor was no glory
Future’s plagued my our not so heroic story
All we know is Vile Victory
-tg
s7r1d3r asked: do you write everything that says -tg?
Yea. Everything on this blog is mine. And tali3a.tumblr.com is my main tumblr, where i post random things.
therealsourdiesel asked: Your Really Really Pretty ...Tumblr's Dope Too
Aw thanks, I’m diggin’ yours as well.
The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.
— Mother Teresa
Walking Past Those We Don’t Know.
Quivering alone on the street, walk past me
Shooting up into paradise, walk past me
Hold on to my life while you take my soul, walk past me
Sitting in the fields of heaven, walk past me
Screams from the dark, walk past me
See me, touch me, feel me, trust me, and walk past me
Let me hurt so you don’t have to, let me cry so your children don’t have to, let me know so you can live in peace, safe, alone, from what you could never know.
Walk past me
-tg
L’s of Conciousness
Choking while I smoke the devil dope again
Eyes are wide, run red as blood
Freedom thoughts as I escape
Quests of hope off that killer aroma
Take on the room within a breath
Break out of form, caused confusion
Fiendin on the strikes to my head
Savages rage from the start
Of revolution until that toke
Eased reactionary
Soothed revolutionary
It’s done right
-tg
