Living In Neverland

Still trying against a fight I'll never win

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issa selfie

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jayedrive

[snoopdogkaiwutang]

[cyanide-bunny-blog]

Hey everybody check out this song from our upcoming demo plz n thx. Don’t forget to show your friends xoxoxo

[relationshipm3m3s]

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[alinayezhova2894]

The dark side

[madeline71100]

I’m strong enough to walk away; but broken enough to look back.

[oneofakindbasicbitch]

[posiviibes]

[edorigio]

Rimani in un angolo a rimpiangere i momenti belli , i momenti che passavo con te , i momenti che passavo con il mio papà , e certe notti non mi controllo , un pianto disperato mi conduce in una via disonesta.

Il mio ricordo (via edorigio)

[thewrit3rs]

THE WRITERS: MY NAME IS…

They say the best love stories are the ones that go untold. Some say the best love stories are about relationships that lasted a long time. Personally my friend Tshepo was one half of one of the best loves stories I have bore witness to. It was a love so true and so deep it left him scarred for some time. But the fact it ended and the way it ended never tarnishes the beauty of his fleeting love with Tshidi. He was a drifter, full of talent, smart but damn lazy and unbothered with life. Tshidi was the opposite, Passionate, driven and had the beauty and the body to match. A combination like this made Tshidi hot property in the social circles, guys and girls were trying to get with her. Tshepo also raved about Tshidi but he knew he was out of her league, besides, the guys that went for her looked like they had their shit on lock, so who was he to even try. Tshidi was unmoved by the new flame title placed upon her by the social circles, in fact it annoyed her because it’s the reason every fuckboy, blesser and chancer thought they could even step up to her flaunting useless material items in attempts to impress. One day the two would find themselves in the same social circle playing a game of thirty seconds over drinks. On the same side they caused havoc as they were flipping cards killing the competition, all whilst on some level of inebriation. Unknowingly Tshepo’s exhibition of his smarts, his drive to win, sense of humour and ability to keep the room entertained did a number on Tshidi. Something about him made her question where has a guy like him been all this time. Sure it was just a game but what happened that day was fate flexing its muscles, bringing two people who socially should not be speaking into the same space to develop a connection that would build over the coming weeks. The two began to hang out, do lunches, dinners and even movie nights, he loved her company and she his. Always believing that he was out of her league he never tried too hard to impress, he kept it “one hunnid”. Loving his realness, she would let her guard down and open up to him. The connection between these two was evident but it seems like it was not enough for them to choose to be in a relationship. A constant tug of war of “should I or shouldn’t I” plagued Tshepo. All this time he was being himself and sure it kept her there but was it enough for her to consider him as boyfriend. One movie night he just decided to go for the kill, and kiss her, shocked at first she responded kissing him back as soon as they could let go of each other she composed herself and without a word left. Still trying to process all that just happened Tshepo just stood there in the presence of her aura trying to figure out what next.

[meowizzy]

Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.🌞

[missjsquared]

Narcissist

Five second pose, turns into hours. Preen, pout, pose. Preen, pout, pose. I’m old Hollywood glamour, minus dust and drugs. I take myself out on the town. Run my dainty digits through tempting tresses, I tremble as my eye catches the mirror. Have to get home. The excitement of a sordid night, not just one, my love’s forever. I feel tremors, on my favourite skin. Keys in all the locks, all at once, I wait no more. My soul squirms out my eyes, collapsing with me, on the jealous carpet. Catch the mirror again, my moans become cries. I tell myself I’m beautiful, because nobody else will.

[jmllehman-deactivated20210611]

The Lovelorn Loon 16"x20"

[edorigio]

Orgoglioso di te.

[sunflwrss-deactivated20170203]

for those who have a good relationship with their mother and doesn’t get used by them or guilted into things, PLEASE CHERISH BECAUSE NOT EVERYONE GETS THAT…

[cre8ivegay]

Do you, like I do? Do you still sleep on the same side of the bed like I do? Waiting for your body to be on your side of the bed when I wake? Do you still wake up from a dream of us, hoping it’ll be reality, like I do? Do you wish and dream of a day where we could keep all the beautiful moments and set flames to the bad? We could hold onto the beauty and live off it until there is no longer any beauty to hold on to…. We would once again be where we are now. We are rut. We are confused. Worst of all…We are in love. My entire life I have thrived for a taste of what we had…and will always share. My whole life I thought love would be the most beautiful image and physical touch, but it was so much more…It is pain. Love is beauty. Love is anger and lust. Love is passion and intensity. Love begins with trust. Love is every emotion, and feeling, on fire inside our achy bones and mixed up brains. You took me away from every word and thought people will process into my mind. You helped me see me as I am and nothing more. You showed me a way out of what we call society and took me into the world of reality. You threw me into a wall of all kinds of fuck with your brain and gave me and all kinds of fucked up pain. Your touch was my home and your smile was one of the few things that brought me happiness. Your kisses were butterflies to my lips and explosions to my brain. Your hands were my enemy and your mind, oh, your mind was what drove me to the fucking pit of disgust, the hole of crazy, the cell I will never break through that I am now finding myself falling deeper into. You built the bars too tight and the ground too low. You knew I’d never get out and it’s all because “you loved me” so, where does that leave you? What is your crazy little scheme? How could you love me? How can I breathe? I feel this pit of pain, I carry around this pit of pain, everywhere I go I let this rock slowly dig deeper into my body. I drag you around in my lungs. You are the air I would breathe and you shared wit me the wine I now drink. I will continue to tell myself that you here, one day you will be here. You need to be here. One day you will realize that you need to be ere. And One day I will realize that you need to be here. But I know you can’t be here. I know you can never be here. I can no longer feel the butterflies upon lips and the damage you left in my brain is all I have left of the you I once thought I knew. You told me stop giving a shit and to be who I am. Who I need to be. I want to do so, but it hurts me to breathe when you’re not the one doing for me. It hurts to know that my fireworks have died and the butterflies no longer feel passion towards me. When I awake I remember that you too are missing me, you too are wishing I was back in your bed and painting poems upon your body, you too are loving the me you once knew.

@cre8ivegay (via cre8ivegay)