I want hickeys on my neck,
I want lipstick on my collar,
I want scratches down my back,
I want all the taboo things that come with love.
I’m not afraid for people to see,
I’m not ashamed for the world to know that I’m loved.
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@anhedonicauthor
I want hickeys on my neck,
I want lipstick on my collar,
I want scratches down my back,
I want all the taboo things that come with love.
I’m not afraid for people to see,
I’m not ashamed for the world to know that I’m loved.
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
no such thing as wasting your 20s your 20s are for recovering from whatever the fuck happened to you as a kid so that youre ready to get weird with it in your 30s
Larry Pfaff Jr. wrote that his dad's death is proof that “evil does eventually die.”
Damn, he totally pulled a Kendal Roy on this guy.
I am not sorry
“Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.”
— Kate Jacobs
I remembered your name,
which means I forgot.
And what sweet bliss it was
to forget you.
Home is when you’re holding me.
mermaid in love with the local fisherman
Help me attend my father’s funeral and finance my leave of absence from work
My father died and I found out yesterday through email.
Long story short, yesterday, via email, I found out my father died. The funeral is in NOLA (his hometown) next week and I need help getting there, paying for lodging as well as financing my leave of absence from work bc i will not be paid for 1 month.
A round trip flight is $155 (my aunt only bought tickets for my brothers so I need to pay for this myself)
And lodging is $80 a night and Ill be there for 4 days so that will be $320
I also would like to have a couple hundred dollars available for transportation as well (to and from both airports, to and from the funeral, etc.)
I will not be returning to work for a month when I get back and on average I make about $1900 a month. Me not working means I cannot pay rent, bills, and/or buy groceries.
The total I need is $2575
Rather than just have people donate in good faith, I would like to offer for every donation of at least $10 will serve as a raffle ticket for a free commissioned art piece from me as I was planning on opening up commissions for my art this week until I was told this news. For example, $10 would be one entry, and $100 would be 10 entries. I want to let you guys know you are appreciated and I wanna give back something I am passionate about to show my appreciation for your continued support. Attached are pics of some of my recent pieces.
Donation methods:
PayPal.me/Amirahaa
Venmo: @Amira-Hasib
Cash App: $AmiraArima
I would use GFM but again, I need to book my flight and Airbnb ASAP and GFM takes forever to send $ and takes out hella fees.
I know this is a lot of money to raise in a short period of time but I really need help.
For the trip alone I need $675 for my month off I need $1900.
Please donate, if you cant—please boost this.
I don’t know if you remember all those cute things we said to each other.
I hope you don’t, because they’re mine now.
Every sweet thing we made up.
Arguing who loved the other more before we decided to say “I love you just as much.” That’s mine now.
Wishing you dreams as sweet as yourself? That was already mine.
Love-f***ing. Mine.
You get nothing. You deserve nothing.
I don’t care if you made them up or if I did. You forfeited your right to any and all of those when you cheated on me.
And I’m going to give them to someone who deserves them more than you ever did.
I’ve replaced you.
When I had you, I loved me for you.
But now you’re gone, and I love me for me.
I crave a romantic relationship while simultaneously fearing that I am incabable of one