fuck love/fuck you

i'm just trying to get some things off my chest while hurting the least amount of people possible.

[poppyflowerpoetry]

i.  yesterday i slept in a shirt you gave me and pretended it didn’t mean anything, like i didn’t stay up half the night thinking about how it’s the closest i’ll get to your skin again. ii.  there are soft spots in between all the hurt, moments where i forget, fuzzy patches of lightness where there still is a version of me that doesn’t flinch at the sound of your name.  iii. these words are heavy in my hands. it’s the first time i’ve been glad you don’t care much for poetry. i wonder if the next girl you love will have ink in her veins like i did. i wonder how willing she’ll be to bleed for you. i wonder a lot of things. iv.  i got my wisdom teeth out the first tuesday without you. i’m the kind of tender that hurts to the touch. my tongue keeps finding its way back to the scar tissue. my mouth still tastes like all the things i’ve lost.

ugly truths i’ll never tell you by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)

[beylenciaga]

[idealistically-deactivated20160]

“The Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain.”

[fucklettingmego]

Rupi Kaur Quotes for the Signs

Aries: "I was made heavy

half blade half silk

difficult to forget

and not easy for the mind to follow"

Taurus: "you smell like

earth

herbs

gardens

a little more

human than the rest of us"

Gemini: "your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is"

Cancer: "i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like

when i am sad i don’t cry i pour

when i am happy i don’t smile i glow

when i am angry i don’t yell i burn"

Leo: "the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it"

Virgo: "I am timid

cause falling into you

means falling out of him

and I had not prepared for that"

Libra: "i am hopelessly

a lover and

a dreamer and

that will be the

death of me"

Scorpio: "she is water

soft enough to offer life

tough enough to drown it away.”

Sagittarius: "i do not want to have you

to fill the empty parts of me

i want to be full on my own

i want to feel so complete

i could light a whole city"

Capricorn: "of course i want to be successful

but i don’t crave success for me

i need to be successful to gain

enough milk and honey

to help those around

me succeed"

Aquarius: "i am sorry i made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with

is all you have to be proud of

when you have broken mountains with your wit"

Pisces: "I didn't leave because

I stopped loving you,

I left because the longer

I stayed the less I loved myself."

[fucklettingmego]

What should I wear to class tomorrow to get the fuckboy to want me back?

[caseytakespicturesandotherstuff]

[southover]

Just tell me how you fucking feel.

(via danger)

for fucks sake

(via eccentriccs)

[lora-mathis]

How unfair. That he gets to reflect on knowing me and smile. While his name is one I’m always trying to forget.

The Abuser Sleeps Soundly, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

[fucklettingmego]

you ask me what i’m doing tonight -i plan on going to bed soon- you say you hope your roommates are home because then you can play super mario smash bros with them but if they’re not there you’ll be so bored. you ask if i want to come over and hang out if your roommates aren’t there i give you a look disappointed but not surprised. you smile back a cheshire grin spread wide across your moon-lit features i reluctantly agree -but you have to call me immediately after you find out  if they’re home or not so i can get on with my night and go to sleep- i drive around for ten minutes willing myself not to get my hopes up while at the same time wondering how we became this: late night rendezvous with no driving force other than to satisfy bordem. after i decide to take control of the situation (as if) and go to mcdonalds for a four-piece and some fries you call and say that the roommates aren’t home that i should come over. secretly elated and half disgusted with myself i announce i’m getting food -do you want anything?- (why did I ask that?) you say no just come over soon because you’re tired. you call back a minute later remembering mcdonalds has all day breakfast could i get you a breakfast burrito i agree. after getting the food i drive around for fifteen minutes looking for a parking spot you call me as i’m walking in wondering where i am. i get to your apartment we play two rounds of super mario smash bros eat our mcdonalds and go into your room. we try to watch a movie but end up watching jimmy kimmel instead. you take off my clothes before he’s through with his opening monologue. after ten minutes of what is supposed to be love i’m used up and tired so i end up giving you a blow job like usual. we lay next to each other until the tonight show is done and you announce that you’re tired and want to go to sleep which is my cue to leave. i remember to grab my xacto knife i leant you a few weeks ago and before i leave you take it and flip the blade so the sharp end is inside the handle. -here- you said -now it’ll be a little safer- and then i leave. on the way out i see one of your roommates in his underwear. the second saturday of october, 2015

i have a death wish because i always end up coming back to you

[madgirlf]

when love leaves, I am so reckless- short dresses, long sweaters, lipstick so red it’s a warning flashing in the night but no one’s paying attention and it ends up on a boy’s shirt collar anyway. I hurt myself just to prove I can. I smoke cigarettes I don’t want and drink liquor that comes in plastic bottles. I fall asleep drunk and screaming at love: LOOK. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DESTROY ME. LOOK. I CAN DO IT MYSELF.

Fortesa Latifi - when love leaves

from We Were Young

available here

(via madgirlf)

[teenbitch-deactivated20151216]

[fucklettingmego]

A disclaimer for all of my social interactions

[julyonfire-blog]

there’s as much sense in unloving as in fighting the rain. who could turn her good back on light and keep on? the clouds open, the earth soaks. i don’t believe in God except in the hollows alongside your clavicle, and of the water that gathers there. your hands open, face upturned turns me drunk, like the first time i touched your cheek and truly understood the need to be on my knees. this is fall and things turn. the leaves curl up red, my blood cools reptilian under whitening skin. summer wrenches itself away and rolls back, leaves circle downward, dry and unprepared. synonyms for open; bare, break out, break in, burst love is no sentence scrawled on ancient paper in ten men’s ideas of what’s holy, bound in text closed at the arc in the temple, kissed if it drops to the floor. i’ll be any book that moves to your mouth, holy is the space between your burning chest and your soaking shirt, the water pooling in the hollows of your shoulders, and of me on my knees wholly in the mud, wholly in the rain holier than any talmud, any psalm whispered in cathedrals. release, reveal, rupture yes, my ribs a cage i would break apart to free what’s possessed. we call this season autumn, a word with no meaning. something in between smoldering and freezing; this unfastened threshold between need and desire. things become what we call them; what small words could capture something so enormous as God? unfasten, unfold, unfurl, unlock, rip the sheerest resistance of yourself from what terrifies you. i’ll crawl through the muddied earth to the altar of your lips, mouthing open, open rivers down your pulsing neck, the shape of surrender. stay; stand under the lightening dark, stand in the falling rain and call this all its names.

[fucklettingmego]

I don’t really want to cry because of my classes anymore. But I still want to cry about other things. 

[spiritualpoet]

Look at what is happening at the specific time in your life when you attract or reconnect with certain people. This is how you will learn what patterns they will serve in your life, and everything you need to know about whom they are. At this point they are you, and are experiencing and feeling exactly as you are. Consider this when you attract or connect with people In particularly troubling times, or when you are acting out of ego//loss. Remember, all that you attract is you. So who are they? Who are you?

(via spiritualpoet)

[feelingplantastic]

“No” has a padlock whose key rests at the ocean floor. Although, I suppose with the right lock-picking skills, you can make it budge. But at that point, when your entry is a struggle, you should know it’s not your place to enter. “No” is not an invitation for guilt or compromise. This behavior reflects a whining child whose parents can’t afford all of the toys they want, who carry on and on to make a scene until they cave in just to avoid the pressure from the stares. A gift given by a penniless host should bring embarrassment and shame rather than fulfillment. “No” is an entitled response and requires no explanation. Something etched into stone makes all arguments and convincing irrelevant. If you try to alter it, all you can do is chip more away, and ruin your chances even further. “What were you wearing?” The skin of a human being with a beating heart, whose consent demands to be respected regardless of what kind of fabric, or lack of, covers it. The human body is not a grocery store with free samples that you can help yourself to. The body is an art exhibit with “do not touch” plaqued in gold on the walls. Upon disobedience, your touch will damage the masterpiece and cause it to break down more and more over time. Your oily fingerprints will forever ruin the art for the rest of it’s respectful admirers. Arousal is not consent, for it’s a matter of biology, not psychology. A cry for help is not seeking attention but rather demanding redemption If your house is broken into you’re not asked how nice your house looks, and the robbers punishment is not determined by the quality of your deadbolt. To take what’s not yours is thievery regardless of whether or not the item was locked behind a glass case or if the security alarm went off. When you’re used and abused And you’re used to the drill You’d keep your mouth sewn shut before being accused Of faking this pain that has maimed the rest of your days And has built your walls so high You never see the sunshine You need to know right now that “no” says it all. That it is not your fault That you didn’t do more That you didn’t see it coming Because you shouldn’t have to see it coming and your fist should not grasp your keys when you’re walking the streets It’s not your fault that the schools didn’t teach That a skirt above the knees is not an open door. That a “no” doesn’t mean to keep asking more. And If you’re a boy, it’s not something to be grateful for. And if you’re a boy, it doesn’t make you weak. You’re still allowed to speak Because if you don’t consent, You deserve to be redeemed. “No” is not a privilege; it’s a right.

“No” by Amanda Bruin (via feelingplantastic)

[fucklettingmego]

You smell like cigarettes and altoids

I feel the need to romanticize everything you say so that I can continue to uphold the illusion of our relationship

[fdsfjdsfjkf93723679267-deactiva]

Due to unfortunate circumstances, I am awake.