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You speak fiction, I talk facts.

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God Is A Woman (behind the scenes)

[shantay]

[poetryandthesea]

“I want to wash my mouth out to get rid of all the hurtful things I said, all the ugly words that have escaped my lips. I wish I could let water wash away all the pain I’ve caused, all the hopes I have shattered, and start all over again.”

— // wash my mouth out j.d.m.

[sunnydwrites]

Everything. God, the car was everything, more of a home than her house a thousand miles away. Music leaked from the speakers near the dash, a softly lilting tune calling her back to the days before she left. She let herself sway to it for a moment, nothing more.

No, she wouldn’t be caught in this cycle today. Today was a day of goodbyes, not reminiscence. She traced her fingers over the chipping paint of the car, recalling every scratch and dent and near-collision. The tips of her fingers, they trembled, but the stains on her skin had long since been removed. Scrub, scrub, scrub to the beat of the music.

So close now. Her breath clouded in the air before her, a puff of white against the midnight sky. She hugged her jacket just slightly closer, relishing in that bit of salvaged warmth. Someone else’s scent clung to the fabric, but for now that was okay.

It was time to say goodbye, she supposed. The back door’s hinge squeaked when she opened it, but there wouldn’t be much time to fix that now. Her bike still sat in the back seat, though she had to push the body out of the way to get it. She winced when her fingers brushed the corpse, though she knew she should have been used to this by now. She reached forward and turned the music up.

The bike came out easily; she leaned it against a nearby tree and looked out over the edge of the dock. The car was already in neutral. She took a deep breath and planted a foot on the rear bumper. Another breath and she pushed. The car rolled easily into the water. She danced away from the droplets that splashed back up at her and watched the car sink, sink, sink until it came to rest among perhaps a dozen other cars with bodies in their back seats.

She swore she could still hear the music, but this was no time to worry about that. She grabbed the bike and rode away, leaving the rest of the story for the crickets who witnessed its end.

[black-frieza]

lvrdsaiyan.

[saahlo-folinaa]

I’m sorry that I haven’t been doing the best lately. My days consist of constant anxiety and my nights are filled with tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep so I can escape for just a little while. No matter what I try, this feeling just won’t go away. It consumes every second of everyday. I can’t live like this. I am falling apart and the people around me aren’t even realizing it. I used to never cry. I would stare at the wall filled with sadness, but no tears would come out. Now, I cry too much. Most of the time, it’s out of frustration. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with me and it’s making my life a living hell. This one life I have is being poisoned by my own mind. How do you escape something that is a part of you?

I am barely hanging on

[heavenisamindspace]

Showing the new gen how to live

[heavenisamindspace]

You don’t need people who....

•Don’t listen to what you say

•say they care when they don’t

•call Girls/boys whores because they can’t find the 1

•Joke about sexual assault/rape

•tell you what you need to do

[quotemadness]

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”

— Nelson Mandela

[babyanimalgifs]

[tofeelsaved]

Girls 👏🏽 don’t 👏🏽 need 👏🏽guys 👏🏽 to 👏🏽 save 👏🏽 them. 👏🏽 Girls 👏🏽 can 👏🏽 save 👏🏽themselves. 👏🏽

[dinahontour]

i love her with all of my heart pls-

[heavenisamindspace]

Love

[wattpadwriting]

When people tell me to update

[olddearlove-blog]

Relatable

[6lacksoul]

[dicaprio-diaries]

me this Valentine’s Day

[self--rediscovery-deactivated20]

Normani Kordei and Val Chmekovsky switch it up during Good Morning America’s DWTS cast announcement