And it isnt in the leaving,

It’s in the way they don’t look back. Coral | Tough minded, tender hearted.

[c-0-ld]

I’m so happy I get to wake up everyday and do what I love.

[c-0-ld]

Sorry

For what???

[c-0-ld]

you and i are like north and south, as much as we try to push ourselves together there’s an opposite force pushing us apart. maybe it’s you. maybe you are scared to love me. but, maybe it’s me and i’m learning that i deserve more.

[c-0-ld]

It's been a year and the streets are a little brighter, and daybreaks are a little colder, and everyone seems a little happier. But forgetting has become way harder and longer, darling, and March still feels like losing you.

[c-0-ld]

how much I meant to you only mattered when I was halfway through the door

I feel so alone, like I don’t know my own face

And I don’t know what to do anymore

[pukhtanaukht-deactivated2019110]

And I pray that light always finds you

[weaksorry]

im rly just.. rly tired u know. just so tired

[b4dishonor]

[unmoistened]

i don’t have a nervous system. i am a nervous system

[toxicrants]

My kink is husbands & wives who are still portrayed as very much in love with each other, because even after years of commitment and kids, they still talk to each other, go on fun random adventures and try new things. No resentment. No portrayal of marriage as a chore. Just actual love.

[kissmyafropuff]

Did you mean

[bluphoenix10]

or did you mean?

[kissmyafropuff]

It’s always both of them. They are both perfect.

[amidstsilence]

[realxve]

There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice

F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “ The Great Gatsby ” written c. April 1925

[c-0-ld]

i can feel myself fading away like the last glimpse of light in a snowstorm

[c-0-ld]

hope, hope, hope

etched into the walls of my room like

tallies in a prison cell.

days gone by without change;

is it the circling of time? have i

doomed myself to live in despair for

the rest of my years?

is it my fear of solitude that I’m running from?

my soul reached out from the depths

of my being, drawn to the warmth of

a promised future. hope— it is what

gave me the drive to live each day.

with something to look toward, i had

something to work for.

though no longer. false hope carved

into my skin like scars from the seventh grade.

scars that you’ve never noticed;

scars that you’ve never kissed.

parts of me you’ll never know.

[c-0-ld]

i am carving a statue out of this body,

tearing open limbs

and replacing veins with weary pavement.

for my feet can no longer stand the feeling

of falling through concrete.

for i have wandered these halls long enough to know

they do not end in an exit.

i am carving apologies in blood soaked bones

and dusty windowsills

for this ghost does not wish to linger,

but she would like to be remembered.

[satakentia]

[vvhitelace]

I’m such a slut for reassurance!!!!!! like tell me how much u love me!!!! KINKY AF