PainDrain

♔ it's a cliché, but it's my version of it♔

[wnq-writers]

“But with myself, I am deeply, profoundly and unconditionally enough.”

— Juansen Dizon

[artx0l0tl]

3 mysterious unnamed ocs

[naturaekos]

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[thepersonalquotes]

[vanish]

via weheartit

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[actuates]

i remember you peeled your shoes off and tossed them behind you, barefoot, running through the scalding sand with arms outstretched to greet the wind. you threw your head back in delight and spun a quick twirl, teetering back and forth on your toes. you beckoned me then, the wildest, the most liberated grin stretching across your face. your curls hung soft and pretty over your dark eyelashes, your t shirt sat lopsided over your shoulders, and you, you were dancing in the sand, trying your hardest not to get burned. i chuckled at you, i told you to go out and run your fingers through the ocean, dip your feet in, make the edge of the earth your own. and so you did.  and all i could do was watch from afar. smiling to myself, wondering how on earth i was so lucky to get a chance to love you.

innocently beautiful moments. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[jessiespieces]

[frequents]

You.

Everyone reblogs the same word but no one sees the same face (via cundys)

[blossomfully]

When you forget how much I loved you, remember this: once, I would have given up the stars, just to stay by your side.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[actuates]

pretty things.  like snow, softer than rosebud lips dipped in cherry red sin.  dirty things. like a bed, two bodies tangled in sheets, gritty coffee grounds and a romance that never sleeps.

wednesday. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[mistyprime]

[captainparadisemary]

But you can’t escape yourself. You can’t decide not to see you anymore. You can’t turn off the noise in your head.

“13 Reasons Why” by Jay Asher (via captainparadisemary)

[thinkphilo-unactive]

parents will break your heart before anybody else can

[jnl-b]

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.

yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)

[coral]