Nodding Acquaintance

I'm Christie; Nothing of me is unique, I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known. The only things you need to know about me is that I love the smell of vanilla; the sound of the sea crashing onto the shore; the way the sun sparkles on the top of the ocean; anything and everything covered with studs & spikes, and I taste just like glitter mixed with rock'n'roll.

[withoutathing]

mourning light

[withoutathing]

BLACK LIVES MATTER

i will never understand what it is like to be black, to fear for my life because of the color of my skin.

but i will always, always stand beside you. i will always, always stand up for you.

i love you. each & every one.

[withoutathing]

When you can’t decide what color to wear…

[withoutathing]

☠

[africansouljah]

[withoutathing]

Hey Alex, I know how you feel.

I was feeling pretty okay to be honest — I had a good few days with my family over the festive period and I was happy. But then the black cloud descends — out of nowhere. As quickly as the weather changes; as quickly as your tea gets cold when you’re not paying attention. And, just like that, I feel very low in myself.

I feel very fucking low, actually. For no particular reason, it just happens. 

It’s okay, I’ve been dealing with it most of my life. I’ve tried a million things to kick it — positive thinking, sleeping for days on end, drugs, yoga, more drugs, sex, crying, drugs, juice cleanses, bla bla bla… but It seems to decide when it’s time for It to go. 

Now I don’t try and fight It, or suffocate It — just like my freckles, my frizzy hair, or my crooked teeth, I accept It as a part of me. I embrace It.

[withoutathing]

Deandri make the most beautiful things in the world ☠☠

[saddfuture]

[withoutathing]

🎃☠HAPPY HALLOWEEN☠🎃

[withoutathing]

I feel like American Horror Story seriously peaked in the first season.

I mean don’t get me wrong I fucking love it but it’s been style over substance ever since about half way through Asylum.

Hotel looks good but it’s totally lacking the clever layering and nuances of the Murder House twists and turns.

Waaaaah.

[withoutathing]

Boys I've been (sort of) in love with

J They say you never forget your first love, & I’m sure I could never forget you - even though the only place I see you now is in my memories. I had your photo by my bed and I used to stare at it everynight & try to work out why, even though you had two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth just like everyone else, yours was my favourite. My favourite combination of features. I still remember every thing you ever said to me. Every word. I think a part of me will always cling to the hope that our teenage love could have matured, and lasted forever - instead of being stuck in the memory of those few summers at the beach, and in your front room. 

C I really, really loved you.  I really, really wish I told you that.

S How many times has my pen touched paper to write about you? How many times has a tear fallen from my eye to cry over you? How many times have I searched through a crowded room to see if it’s you? I still worship at the church of your mouth; your lips, I miss the taste of your tongue on mine almost every day — years have passed but nothing has come close. You are the benchmark by which all others will (always) be measured.

T You are the only person I have ever met who is as weird as me. Enough time has passed now that I don’t wake up looking for the crook of your arm to nuzzle my head into, but I still miss your voice.  I’m sorry I couldn’t let you in. 

[withoutathing]

Might sell my soul so I can buy everything from Deandri😻💀

[withoutathing]

Kat Von D’s makeup makes me feel like I can conquer the world💫💫💫

[withoutathing]

I am engulfed by raging hot flames from the faintest sound of your voice. My skin doesn’t tingle, it screams like a midnight wind for your touch. My heart, like an innocent prisoner, slams against the bars of my ribcage whenever it hears your name. The taste of your tongue against mine feels like home.

(via withoutathing)

[withoutathing]

I am engulfed by raging hot flames from the faintest sound of your voice. My skin doesn’t tingle, it screams like a midnight wind for your touch. My heart, like an innocent prisoner, slams against the bars of my ribcage whenever it hears your name.

The taste of your tongue against mine feels like home.

[aminatou]

[withoutathing]

If I stay still enough I can still feel your nails sinking into my skin, your not breath on my neck, your tongue in my mouth.