Lungs - Tumblr Posts
In English language, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (45 letters) is officially the longest word that is a technical term referring to a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silicate or quartz dust.
(via Can YOU pronounce them? The 10 longest words in the English dictionary revealed)
"The smell of cigarettes stained his skin;
tobacco and nicotine on his breath.
A shared kiss lingered on my lips
as the smoke filled my lungs.
The fumes were enough to intoxicate,
but the yearning was not lessened.
I realized he had become my addiction."
-EL
"Fight to keep
yourself happy.
Do not let the
life drain out
of your spirit.
Breathe the
world into your
lungs and emit
the malady."
-EL
“Your smile suffocates me;
it’s the sunlight that shines
on the flowers in my lungs
only to discover a meadow
of decaying blooms.”
-EL
“Fatigue is slowly breaking
me down into knots
of unease, pulling tighter
until my arms are looped
around my neck,
strangling myself.
And my frayed nerves
keep sparking, catching
anything flammable
and leaving my lungs
with nothing but gray smoke.”
-EL
Do you think that will stop me from getting my dream home???
How much?
That moment when you're really sad and you try to breathe in but your lungs are like "nah homie, the heart was telling some shit you feeling and I don't think you really want to do that right now" and basically contract themselves so it feels like you're breathing in cement.
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(MOTHER!)
Florence + The Machine performing at Paddington Uniting Church, Sydney, Australia on January 25, 2010.
‘you say you’ve found heaven, but you can’t find god. are you hurting the one you love? bite your tongue til it tastes like blood’
help. T_T
i don't wanna learn about the lungs rn. SOME OLD GUY SWALLOWED THE TOP OF HIS FUCKING DENTURES
Sometimes they remind me of him so much that my chest tightens.
Not trapped in a vise but like some animal inside of it is clinging to my ribs and pulling
Maybe it's an octopus
Yeah, I think it's an octopus
They can get out of anything if they want to.
The creature in my chest could leave if it so desired.
There are other small places to hide, you know. There is no need to pull my chest inward until it collapses. Until my lungs give in. Give out.
And the suckers
They cling to everything
I see pieces of him in them, and I need to hold them closer. To not let go. To keep them safe. please.
"there's no escape from the friendship", i joke, as the octopus wraps her tendrils around my esophagus
Bile rises despite the pressure
I wonder if I will spend the rest of my days like this
An octopus in my chest, searching for glimmers of who I can never get back.
Bᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴜɴɢs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ Tʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ Tʜᴇ sɪɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴇᴡ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ
-Fʟᴏʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇs
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