Mad Susa Toonz

16. Not much feeling . Too many unwanted memories. Pain. Sorrow. Chicks. Confusion. Wisdom. Care. Questions. FUQ.

New

I have a new (but temporary) home, a new (but temporary) school and new (but temporary) friends.

This house it only feels cold til I’m asleep it begs to be owned but this is not my home, it listens in on my dreams. It knows I will go home soon and sets me a fire. I wake before I burn; this home is not my home.

This school is only exciting when; I lay my head down to the ground and listen to the band, I dip my photos in the chemical baths under the red lights in the dark room, I paint pictures of what I use to be, I am given electronics and opportunities I wasn’t before. I am torn and infatuated but failing. I am in lust with the dreams this school brings me.

They feel friendly only when I respond or compliment them; they are all clones. I wish they would disintegrated, crumble to the ground. They are annoying and rude or sweet and caring. These bipolar students don’t show that they care. I wish someone did.

I wish for real friends that I could keep for the rest of my life; I long for a friendship bond. I wish for a home where we can stay til I die. I want a home to have a bond with. I want, I want, I want… Comfort. Comfort is a dream; when do dreams come true?

Yow…

Yow…

(Source: e-pi-de-mic, via e-x-c-r-u-c-i-u-s)

Warmth.

Warmth.

(Source: alohakahai, via paranoid)

Mmmm to be in bed again </3School Sucks!

Mmmm to be in bed again </3
School Sucks!

(via paranoid)

What I&#8217;d do for another tattoo.

What I’d do for another tattoo.

(via e-x-c-r-u-c-i-u-s)

(via paranoid)

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

(via 1dedus)

This explains all that sex is for me. exploring exploding pleasures of melting bodys. 

(Source: onedirtydiamond, via is-it-even-worth-the-fight)

paranoid:

vintage blog♡

I have a love so deep the ocean doesn&#8217;t exist to us anymore.

paranoid:

vintage blog

I have a love so deep the ocean doesn’t exist to us anymore.

disgusted:

☠vintage blog☠

"Love with you-                  never dies
It just-                 burns brighter&#8217;
than ever-                  before.&#8221;
&lt;3
-Susa

disgusted:

☠vintage blog☠

"Love with you-                  never dies

It just-                 burns brighter’

than ever-                  before.”

<3

-Susa

"You can be                   the lyrics
             and I  
can be            the melody.&#8221;
&lt;3

"You can be                   the lyrics

             and I  

can be            the melody.”

<3

(Source: flickr.com, via moon-dyst)

condradictinghoroscopes:

lucybellwood:

potatofarmgirl:

Hello Ye Cutest Arm Nubs Mcnubbycutes.

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY.

ffgyjjgdrfthj

uh… Dying. So fuckin’ cute!!!

(via super-skye)

disgusted:

☠vintage blog☠

She makes me so happy. &lt;3

disgusted:

☠vintage blog☠

She makes me so happy. <3

(Source: pr0meteus)

is-it-even-worth-the-fight:


My baby girl and me &lt;3 love her so much!

My baby girl and I*But i love you too. ;*
&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3

is-it-even-worth-the-fight:

My baby girl and me <3 love her so much!

My baby girl and I*
But i love you too. ;*

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

flutterjedi:

algrenion:

so i got a text from my dad that reads

“I have decided to keep a diary and draw a score for every poop I take for the rest of my life. When I die, I will leave all these diaries to your brother in my will and he will frantically search to the answer for what these scores represent and he will never know that they are actually my poop counters. Don’t tell your brother. This is top secret.”

I love that man.

NO WAY! I want to do this now.. HAHAHA! We all have an obsession with poop once in our lives.

(via hisinfernaltravesty)