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@feelmebleed
I cannot fucking stand to be here in this fucking situation for one more second. Its the first damn day of the year and all I can think about is ways to tear open my skin and let my pain bleed out seep out dissolve into myself and just stop feeling and breathing and thinking and being it its surrounding me and its all I can see and there is no way out
something good shall happen today, I manifest this to be a great week
Amen!
This post blessed me fam: During the week I got a job, a place to stay, booked my 21st birthday trip, finished my classes, got a test extension, saw me sister and she bought me food, vibed with some beautiful black people
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ERYKAH BADU BLESSED ME AND TOUCHED ME AND SANG TO ME.
reblog for your blessings fam.
Wow 1 day after reblogging this my mom got preapproved for a major house loan. God is good
Iâm so happy to hear that! We are the creators & co-creators of oyr universe.
Anything is possible.
I reblogged this this week and I just won a giveaway from my favourite webstore, this post is magical.
Praying for everyone
2 minutes after I re blogged this, the person in first place on Mario kart got a blue turtle shell and I moved up to first. God is real.
Bless up!!!!!!!!
Sending blessings everyoneâs way!!
even though its been days, i know youâre here to stay
the construct of lines that form us
please stop healing
Hope. Itâs like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. Itâs a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And itâs the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me (Shatter Me, #2)
even you werent good enough
You were my first. I thought love would mean it would feel like heaven. You knew me like an old cat, iâd purr at your touch. But you kicked me down one too many times and i ran away. I donât think i will ever stop loving you, or you me.
Charming and smooth. Perfect on paper, less than in reality....
You were my first. I thought love would mean it would feel like heaven. You knew me like an old cat, i'd purr at your touch. But you kicked me down one too many times and i ran away. I don't think i will ever stop loving you, or you me. Charming and smooth. Perfect on paper, less than in reality. You stroked my ego and made me feel like a princess. But i wanted you for selfish reasons and i will forever regret the hurt i passed on. I cried the whole drive home after you asked me to be yours and i accepted. You tried hard but i could still see your plastic interior. You laughed at the bottle in my hand and waited for everyone to leave before you kissed me. You had a tongue piercing and you made me feel brand new. Something about the secretive lust lit a fire in my heart. You asked me to stay but i left for my own sanity. Id stir the house with my pounding heart if i woke to your tired blue eyes. It was 12:45am, 25 degrees. We walked kilometers and sat on swings. We kissed on the road out front your house. I climbed through your window and moaned into your hair. I loved you for years but my love left with each passing moment. I ran all the way home at 5am and cried myself to sleep. You dont feel like him. I feel nothing. Things moved too quickly. I wanted it but i didn't want you. But we did anyway and we stumbled and laughed. You have scars that match mine and you were eager to love me. My heart is distracted and violent. I want to feel but I'm hollow inside.
Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs all the blood in the sink. Itâs the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didnât love her anymore. Itâs the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldnât handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you canât fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. Itâs not that I donât love you. Itâs that I do.
Itâs not that I donât love you. Â Â (via jaguarz)
Shivers. This is powerful.
(via queeringfeministreality)
She means nothing to him anymore he swears, and his words feel hot as they settle in your hair - âyou arenât her,â he says but when the night settles around you maybe you can taste her tears on his pillow, maybe you can smell her shampoo or the sweet soap she agonized over picking out just so heâd tell her she reminded him of lilacs maybe at first you feel good, good, good, you feel chosen, you feel like you won but her ghost has become as familiar to you as your shadow, you taste her toothpaste and you hear her laughter, he says âshe used to paint her nails like youâ and you say âyeah?â and go home and donât cry, donât cry, donât cry because you feel good, good, good god did he just choose you because you wear her dresses and like the same things as she did except youâre more into his tv shows and less into weddings are you just a replacement are you just scar tissue to fill up the wounds she left are you just the girl between the girl he wanted to marry and the girl he actually will and he says âshe means nothing to me anymoreâ and you say âyeah?â and some sad sick part of you knows you should save yourself the trouble of a heartbreak so loud your neighbors would call the cops, thinking they heard gunshots - youâre smart and youâve seen how these things go and one day heâs going to say âshe meant nothing to me, anywayâ and heâll be talking about you because you already mean less to him than you really should but god help you every time he kisses you you feel good, good, good.
"I love him but he still loves her." ///Â r.i.d (via inkskinned)
If I am really a part of your dream, youâll come back one day.
Paulo Coelho (via feellng)
Heâll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. Heâll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. Heâll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later youâll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he wonât respond.
(via aureat)
Now here you go again You say you want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down? Itâs only right that you should Play the way you feel it
My friend once told me she liked this guy because of his hands And I found it absurd that anyone would develop feelings over one feature, and not care about the rest It wasnât until you used your hands to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, and my insides exploded and my head buzzed with bliss. And the first night you slept over, you fell asleep with your hand laid over my stomach and your fingers felt like a fire that I didnât mind burning my skin. The first time we got drunk, was the first time you played with my hair, and my god I was hooked, Iâd drink forever if it meant youâd never stop. And in public youâd hold my hand, and rub your thumb in little circles that left me wanting you more, no matter what you would never let me go, I was glued to you, and I honestly didnât mind When we talked about breaking up, you saw my lips quiver with fear, and you brushed over my lips with your fingers before pulling me into your lap and you kissed me like never before. With your hands on my hips pulling me so close to you, leaving no space in between us. It was then I realized I never wanted you to go Its now that, I finally understand why hands were the only feature that mattered
Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
