I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isnt

I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, but it’s a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is – The thing is you want to. You don’t care what’s coming you just want who your heart beats for.

[blackcoffee-speysidewhisky]

“It’s been a few days now and every hour, I can feel the pressure in my head, the breaking of my heart, and the drowning of my eyes. He always thought I was the stronger one, that I’d be the one to make it out of this alive. But I had to stare past him, I couldn’t bring myself to look at the mess I made, “it’s coming,” I told him. He had soft, brown eyes - those of a lost puppy that just wanted to find its way back home. He didn’t say anything, and so I started again, “it’s coming my dear, my life without you in it.”

christina forino // the end is near (via xstinasmorningcoffee)

[lustforunspokenwords]

“I know you want more. But I can’t give you more than my body.” She said while he sat on the edge of her bed his back turned to her. “I know.” He simply responded as he put his shirt on. “I never asked for more.” He said while turning around to face her. She looked sleep deprived. “Yes.” She said with a weak smile. “But your eyes say something different. Your movements tell something different. They tell a story of their own. Of desiring affection that transcends physical pleasure. And I can’t give this to you.” She breathly closed her eyes and then opened them again. “I can hear you saying I love you when you believe that I’m asleep.” He wanted to say something but then she interrupted him by saying “No, listen. Let me, let me speak. Perhaps I like you. Perhaps I like you even a lot.” She paused as tears fell down her cheek. “But I’m not. It’s not worth it.” She said under sobs. “I will push you and push you away and until you’re against a wall and can’t do anything than pushing me out of your way to the floor. You will hurt me because I hurt you that you have to hurt me in order to breath and move again. And then and then you will hate me and I won’t feel your body next to mine anymore. I will just be lonely again. And I can’t be lonely again. ” She concluded while brushing her tears away. “But what if it works?” He asked while coming closer to her. “What if it works? Then you would never have to be lonely again.” He said while pulling her against his chest. “Then I would never have to leave again in the morning.” He hated seeing her defeated by her own thoughts. “I love you.” He hummed into her ear before kissing her forehead. “I let you push me against every wall as long as you don’t leave me.” He said. “I never left you before.” She said while a hiccup escaped her mouth. “ He laughed. "Yes, I know, the leaving part belongs to me.” She hiccuped again. “Should I get you a glass of water?” She nodded. “I love you.” She hiccuped again looking up to him. “ I love you.” He replied while smiling and then he gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

J.N. (via lustforunspokenwords)

[i-wrotethisforme]

I’m still not sure that people can change. I’ve done some shitty things in the past that I decided I’m not going to do anymore, but I’m still essentially the same person, and I know deep down that I’m still capable of doing those things. “Changing” is an active choice- it’s just deciding that you’re going to behave in a different way than you used to- but it doesn’t take back the bad things you’ve done before or negate those characteristics you have lying within you that you’re deciding to suppress. So just don’t forget that. Once you do something bad, like cheating, you can decide to never do it again, but you’re always going to be someone who was at one point capable of doing it. Once you do it, it’s a part of you, even if you never do it again. And that’s an opinion and you can feel differently about it, but there’s a difference between someone who’s never been able to cheat because they just didn’t have it in them to act so horribly, their moral compass just physically wouldn’t let them, and someone who possesses the ability to.

[i-wrotethisforme]

Maybe the solution isn’t replacing you or forgiving you or forgetting you. Maybe it’s always been about me.

[wnq-writers]

““Wrong timing? I’ve heard people talking about it. I don’t believe there’s anything like “wrong timing” or that you meet someone when you’re not ready for each other. I truly believe that it’s always the right time for you to go through specific situations whenever they happen. I learned that everything happens at the right time for a good reason. There’s a reason why you meet specific people at a specific time, there’s a reason for people leaving you when you’re at your lowest. (And there’s a reason for your relationship to end, right when you start depending on the other person to make you happy and love you the way you should actually love yourself.) It might take some time but eventually you’ll come to realize what a blessing certain events are. Sometimes what seemed to have a negative effect on your life will turn out as the most appreciative lessons in your life. There’s a a plan for each of us and it’s such a liberating thought to know that we don’t have to understand it yet. That’s life. Stop denying the present moment. Flow with it. Have faith.“”

— - @thissikhgirl

[wnq-writers]

““We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.””

— shoujoismybigtoe |  iamkaathy

[thelovejournals]

I’d rather be single, in a comfortable relationship with myself, than trapped in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship with someone else

Rosalind Sedacca

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7 Signs You’re Ready To Get Into A Relationship, According To Experts

(via thelovejournals)

[otpprompts]

Person A and Person B meet online, frequently chatting about miscellaneous things and eventually becoming close friends. As time goes by, B becomes more interested in pursuing a romantic relationship and perhaps meeting in real life, while A is skittish and unsure and turns B down. B respects A’s position and they maintain a healthy friendship.

[g-hadid]

[wnq-writers]

At the end of the day, I just wanted to be understood.

espereia  (via wnq-writers)

[florenctts]

[myxsweetxlord-archive-deactivat]

based on

Sydney really didn’t actually like her friends, she just thought that if she told herself enough that she did, it’d happen (but it wasn’t really working out). But hey, at least she was only treated like shit by them and not by everyone in the whole goddamn school. Today, her friends were going on about some new kid. ‘He’s a total weirdo,’ Sabrina, the one who had a class with him, told them. ‘He has, like, no friends and he sits at that one table in the back corner that no one likes. You should go talk to him, Sydney. See what his deal is.’ Sydney rose her eyebrows. “God, why do you guys always make me talk to the people you don’t want to talk to?” She muttered, pushing herself off of the table. She let out a long sigh before she slowly made her way over to him. “Hey,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip to the side. “What’s your name?”

[angerpsx]

Being the new kid was difficult, especially in the middle of the year when everyone knew everyone, they had all established their group of friends. Of course it wasn’t any surprise that Bryce just kept to himself, He always did even at his last school he talked to a few people but would’ve rathered just been alone. Looking up from his sketch book, Bryce shut it before she could see anything and stared at the girl that had come from a few tables away. “Hi...” He mumbled, his voice deep and with a slight tinge of an accent pulling through, “Bryce, you are?” He asked as he fiddled with his pencil, curious as to why this girl was talking to him, it was obvious she was the “popular” one, though he always judged to quickly.

[myxsweetxlord-archive-deactivat]

Dutch never really liked big house parties (he was more into smaller ones that consisted of a few people), but he was in a much shittier mood than usual (because of his dad) and wanted to try to numb it. Since his parents were going to one of his brother’s sports events, he had their estate all to themselves and didn’t bother stopping his friends when they started inviting a shitload of people. The only person he’d made an effort to invite himself was his best friend. Out of all the fake fucks he’d been ‘friends’ with, she was the only one who was real. She was the only one who knew how much shit he went through with his dad and brother who hated his guts and saw him as a mistake. And although they both claimed that they were 'just friends,’ everyone knew that there was some kind of tension there. And instead of talking about his feelings like he’d been told to so many time, he started acting distant and like he didn’t care. He knew it was fucked up, but he just couldn’t help it. When he learned she would be working that night, he was sort of disappointed because he needed her there to keep him sane, but just as he always did, he pretended he didn’t give a shit. It was nearing midnight at this point, and Dutch was piss drunk after drinking one too many beers. He didn’t necessarily remember how, but he found himself laying on his bed where he resided in the attic with some girl straddling him as they kissed sloppily. He was about to pull off his shirt when he noticed his door open out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he clenched his jaw a swallowed hard at the sight of his friend. “Jesus!” He groaned, watching her run away before the girl crawled off him, muttering some sort of goodbye before disappearing down the stairs. He quickly pushed himself off the bed and ran down the stairs, trying to figure out where she hid. After asking around, he went over to the bathroom and pounded on the door.

[angerpsx]

Anastasia and Dutch had always understood each other, had always been there for each other, she helped him deal with situations with his dad just like he helped her deal with the absence of her parents twenty-four seven. Thing’s had been tense and weird, Dutch was being distant and She didn’t know why, she blamed her self. Constantly telling herself that she was to difficult to handle even for her own best friend , even for her parents. Nonetheless, the secretive mutual feeling that lied between the two never occured to her. She would’ve never put the two thoughts together. After getting off her shift from the cafe, Anastasia had decided that maybe she would go to the party that everyone had been raving about all weekend. Much to Ana’s surprise she had caught glimpse of Dutch and decided to go talk to him,confront him even. “Dut—-“ Ana said as she swung the door open to see him with some girl, inhaling sharply Anastasia quickly turned and ran off down the stairs. After what seemed like forever of sitting in the bathroom Ana clutched her legs more, “Go away!!” She screamed from the other side.

[allarica]

Toni Mahfud in Marrakesh

[lovseulgi]

okAY but give me a plot where the boy is so well mannered and polite and quiet and sHY and the other character didnt even know they existed until he cleared his throat, tapped their shoulder and asked them out (BUT IT WAS SO AWKWARD BECAUSE THEY DIDNT HEAR HIM SO THEY HAD TO ASK HIM TO REPEAT IT AND WHEN HE DID HE RAISED HIS VOICE A LIL AND IT WAS SHAKY CUZ HE WAS NERVOUS) and they felt soooooo bad for him that they said yes and it was quiet and kind of awkward and the night ended weirdly but then the next day he comes back and asks for another date next week and they dont know how to break it to him that they’re not interested but they agree anyway so then after the second date hE GOES IN FOR A KISS AND ITS NOT CHASTE AND SWEET AS THEY EXPECTED IT WOULD BE IT WAS ROUGH AND PASSIONATE AND IT LEADS TO THEM MAKING OUT WHILE SLAMMING INTO WALLS TRYNA GET TO THEIR BEDROOM AND THEY HAVE ROUGH CRAZY SEX AND HE WAS SO DOMINATE AND KINKY AND THE NEXT MORNING HE WAKES THEM UP W BREAKFAST AND ASKS TO DO IT AGAIN SOMETIME AND UGH PLEASE!!!! IT CAN BE M/F OR M/M OR EVEN F/F WHATEVER IDC JUST GIVE ME PLEASE

[mcavoy]

daily reminder: I LOVE BEING TAGGED IN SHIT, REBLOG IF YOU LOVE BEING TAGGED IN SHIT TOO

[angerpsx]

Victory!

Killing sent a thrill up Charlie’s spine, sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins, He enjoyed what he did, watching his next victim beg him to stop -- Listening to cry out in pain and fear as he injured them again and again until he was satisfied enough to stop hurting them. The more thrill he got out of this was killing with the love of his life, She was pretty much a female version of him, her thrill gave him more thrill. They were like the new era Bonnie and Clyde, running around the city killing and enjoying the life leave these victims.   After another killing, Charles wiped the sweat off his blood covered face as he looked down at the body resting at his feet, “She looks sad still, how tragic.” He said with laugh rippling through his throat as he looked down at his small brunette and cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer to him,kissed her deeply, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, pulling away before she had the chance to continue kissing him. “You’ve never looked so damn beautiful killing someone.” He smirked as he took their knives and tossed them in the cloth bag as he started cleaning up, he kicked at the lifeless body and shook his head before letting another smirk cross his lips, satisfied with how quickly the poor woman they had killed died at their feet.  

@itsbloodsacrifice