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YOU ARE THE REASON
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if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
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@daughtersofthelight
““21 is no longer my favourite number because my mother once told me it takes 21 days to break a habit. god fucking damn let me tell you that it has been way over 21 days and i am still not over you and i’ve been biting my nails again because ruining myself is the only coping mechanism i know. and you’re gone but i have written 21 pieces about you already. 21 is no longer my favourite number and i wish you were no longer on my mind.””
— — it was your favourite number too. 2amfilm. (via theprocast)
“I watched as she looked at her body, and told it how much she hated it. So I looked at mine, and decided I was supposed to hate mine too.”
— n.c. // self hate is taught.
I want midnight car rides under the city lights
hanging out of the sunroof
arms wide
I want to inhale the freedom in the air
feel the oxygen fill my veins
Breath out confinement
I want to feel the wind in my hair
Hear the calling in my ears
Of far away places
I want to see new cultures
New people
New towns
I want to taste the coffee of an abandoned diner at 3am
I want to walk barefoot in backroad grass at dusk
I want to dye my hair blue, then red, then brown
I want to be a new person with every new ground my foot steps on
calm waters to
cool earth
There is freedom in the running.
-Maia // The Future
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“After he broke my heart, I began writing about him. I wrote and I wrote and I’ve described him as a hurricane, a drug, my universe. Now that I’ve moved on, I don’t see him in that way anymore. He wasn’t anything above ordinary, he was just a boy. A boy who didn’t want to be with me and that’s that.”
— Megan Lawrence
My friend says “when”
When she gets married...
I say “if”
If I get married...
She laughs like I said a joke,
I’m not joking.
I say if because I’m not sure.
Because I don’t look pretty.
Because I’m the fattest I’ve ever been.
Because I have one of the most well known, and most hated mental disorders.
Because I haven’t had a boy show interest in me.
I say if because I don’t think it will happen.
Alice
“I wonder how my mother stood by and stayed silent while my father carved me out and made me hollow.”
n.c. // excuses.
Shaking walls
Trembling to the same frequency as the screams arising from the kitchen
Trembling hands
Shaking to the same frequency as the broken heart still fighting to beat
Eyes clenched shut
If only ears could do the same
He does not notice how my body stills when I feel his presence behind me
She doesn’t think it necessary to help me uphold my armor
He does not notice how I hold my breath
As if my lungs have forgotten how to convert oxygen to carbon dioxide
She doesn’t think it necessary to sustain the life she gave birth to
He does not notice the way my back straightens
A string ready to be pulled too tight and-
Snap.
One wrong move
One misstep
Quivering feet land on broken glass
The blood never washes out of the carpet.
-Maia // Home.
Hands quiver
Dipped in black transgression
I can taste damnation on my tongue
Knees fall
Without the strength to stand
My nerves are shooting ice and fire
Head bows
Shame drips from ocean depths
I am ready to bear the thorned crown
Eyes close
Skin tightens for the blow
Mercy cries fall from my bloody lips
Were they right when they said you come to punish?
-Maia // Holy Retribution.
I don’t know how to be something you miss.
Last Kiss, Taylor Swift
“Requited love, my dear, isn’t meant for people like us.”
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Tender feet walk on shattered glass-
You made me who I am.
Blood drips from my hands as they rip flesh to shreds-
You taught me how to devour.
These tendons crush kingdoms with a neoteric fury-
You told me I don’t belong in kingdoms meant for the good.
You set fire to my bones
But I rose again
Hands trembling with rage
Eyes hungry
Now you must deal with the Phoenix you’ve awakened.
She fights back.
-Maia // Look at the monster you made.