~popular in life & death~

hi im beth! 20 / kent ~painfully average looking with a great sense of humour and always down to get drunk~ i like sharks, hair that goes down to hips, letters with swirly writing, tall boys that smell nice & have tattoos & funky glasses, £££, new books, rain on a late drive home, mornings so cold you can see your breath infront of you, old r n b, long texts, the words fab & glam, baking cakes, buzzing, bath bombs, surprises, irish accents, a new set of extensions, lemony snicket quotes, sex sex and more sex, "remember me?"s, naughty sassy girls & cocky but secretly soppy boys, train journeys, spoiling people & being spoilt in return, scooby doo cyber chase on ps2, airports, hip bones, being so excited you can’t sleep even though you need too, drunken injuries, "have you lost weight?", scary movies, private jokes, pale lips and dramatic eyes, a landscape of lights, uncontrollable laughter (even better if it's over nothing), "i look hot" days, the silly picture at the end of a fast ride, forrest gump, pointless days, a starry night, halloween, biscuits, lacy underwear, spiderman, being called "poppet", bruises, feeling wanted & people noticing the small things you do. my besties and family are better than yours. I LIKE NEW FRIENDS, SAY IYA

[angryandslutty]

[meanwhilepoetry]

Our mothers tell us that there are no monsters under our beds, or hidden inside our closets but they don’t warn us that sometimes monsters come dressed as people that claim to love you more than the sun loves the moon.

Nikita Gill, The Real Monsters (via meanwhilepoetry)

[meanwhilepoetry]

“Did you love him truly?” she asked her crying friend quietly. “Yes.” sobbed the girl as she hid her face in her hands, unable to stop the dam which had broken within her. “With all my heart.” She wrapped her arm around the sad girl, “Then you have nothing to cry about. He lost someone who loved him truly, loved him more than he deserved. And you? You lost someone who didn’t love you in return in the same way, and is definitely not worth your tears. You’re not the one who should be crying. He is. And I promise you, the universe will make him see that at a time when he needs true love the most, and there is no one there to love him that way.”

Nikita Gill, Excerpts from an Abandoned Novel #2 (via meanwhilepoetry)

[fannylikes]

[meanwhilepoetry]

Thank you for leaving. In the absence of you, I have learned to love myself more.

Nikita Gill, Thank You for Leaving (via meanwhilepoetry)

[1ariesange11]

[meanwhilepoetry]

Always remember how much you have survived. Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[angryandslutty]

life’s too short for single gins

[meanwhilepoetry]

Do not worry, love. The quality of your soul is undeniably irreplaceable. So much so that you leave ghosts in every place that you have had to leave. You will walk through his mind so often, that every woman he kisses after you will taste of goodbyes and redundancy.

Nikita Gill, He May Not Realise It Now, But He Will (via meanwhilepoetry)

[seek-for-colors]

[kingjaffejoffer]

[lovefloridauk-deactivated201701]

[nevver]

[meanwhilepoetry]

And sometimes, you are going to be as fierce as a dragon armed in scales of impenetrable gold and sometimes you are going to be as vulnerable as a lamb, soft and comforting in newborn wool. Both versions of you deserve to be loved. Both versions of you are needed. Both versions of you are beautiful.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[mattphew]

[weltenwellen]

[meanwhilepoetry]

I wonder if you still tell stories about us. I wonder who you tell them to. And I wonder what they see when they picture this girl who once loved you. If only they knew my secret. I still do. I still do. I still do.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)