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Excerpt from “Not Dead” by Neil Hilborn, featured in his poetry collection Our Numbered Days
Excerpt from “Ballad of the Bruised Lung” by Neil Hilborn, featured in his poetry collection Our Numbered Days
High class. Ghetto ass. Banging style. Sexy smile. Luscious thighs. Candy eyes. Tempting lips. Killa’ kiss. So wave goodbye, and blow a kiss. Cuz baby you can’t handle this!
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Mohamed Karam
The lies just keep falling out of your mouth babe. You’d be better off keeping it shut.
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Be careful, my darlings. There are people out there that taste like fireworks and bliss, but leave ashes and warnings in the aftertaste of their kiss.
Nikita Gill (via asking-jude)
you’re choking me with the same hand that you’re caressing me with. your mouth says the most awful things to me yet still tastes sweet when you kiss me. you tell me you love me yet you act like you hate me. and still, i can’t leave you.
e.s. // abused & loved. (via pessimisticandrealistic)
They say that the person you like or love would make you want to become a better person, that they would inspire you to become the best version of yourself. So why then whenever I think of you I love myself a little less and hate myself a little bit more, until all I have is hatred for myself? Why then whenever I think of you all I want to do is to self-destruct? Why then with you, I’ve become the worst possible version of myself?
cynthia go // You bring out the worst in me // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #34 (via cynthiatingo)