elizabeth

chat? hmu for my kik. i sell

[prettypositivity]

things it’s never to late to do:

change

apologize

love

forgive

[danger]

[meanassmentality]

I’m a sucker for affection and someone who can’t keep their hands off of me

[supreme-leaderr-deactivated2019]

Lie to me and watch how fast i lose interest

[heartlessqueen]

my advice for 2018

[brokenheartedpoems]

i’ve been drinking since noon and i’ve been high all day. maybe if i pour more chemicals in my body, i won’t remember my name.

maybe i won’t remember anything and i’ll be thankful for that. reverse a few months in the past and forget who i am.

i mean, listen, we all change and sadly we have to cope, but some of us don’t know how so we drink or cut or smoke.

or we find vices within ourselves that we promised not to do. but rules were meant to be broken, right? sadly, that’s true.

[wnq-writers]

Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.

souu-h  (via wnq-writers)

[brokenheartedpoems]

another night and you’re high again

i guess that’s all you know

because when ever you hang out with me

you always smell like smoke

am i that bad that you have to resort to that

smoking your last gram of weed

you never have to smoke to hang out with them

why only me

i feel left out because i burden you

but don’t worry i’ll be fine

go party with your other friends

and you can be sober for a while

[vomitingwords]

And I hope to find you, sitting in a coffee shop, to where I’ll go, I hope to see you walking across the streets, while my paces match yours, I hope to hear you laugh, from the corner of a restaurant where I’ll have my favorite dinner, I hope to look at you directly in the eyes, while I say these words of mine, I hope you would know, how much I crave for your presence, that even if it’s impossible, I still look for you in a midst of a crowd.

ma.c.a // I hope You’ll Look Back At Me (via vomitingwords)

[jajahahah]

75% done

[jajahahah]

Someone help

[writingboutyou]

He taught me how to love myself. He taught me how to love myself when he looked at me as if I was the universe and everything else was simply stars and planets. He taught me how to love myself when he traced his fingers over the parts of me that I am most insecure about, and his touch would still remain. He taught me how to love myself when he kissed me so much that the taste of his lips was the only thing I could remember. He taught me how to love myself over and over again until I believed it was true. The words would slip from his lips so effortlessly that I had to believe them, because they came from him.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

[writingboutyou]

You’re gone and I’m trying to fill the hole you left. His lips are touching mine and I try to fake the passion we once shared but it isn’t working. I’m kissing him with everything I have and I feel nothing. Empty. He’s holding me. I know his arms mean well but they can’t comfort me the same. They feel foreign and strange. They aren’t his. He’s touching my body. I can’t help but tense up and feel uncomfortable. I try and lose myself in the euphoria but I can’t. Afterwards I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach for days. Empty. I can’t fill the hole you left no matter how hard he tries.

v.m -you just can’t be replaced (via writingboutyou)

[writingboutyou]

He inhales the smoke into his lungs and forgets the world exists. I want to do that for him. I want him to breathe me in and feel okay again.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

[jajahahah]

"you remind me of snow. soft and delicate seems to be what you show. but the snow that people don't know is what i see in you. cold , bitter and stinging to the touch. that is how you remind me of snow."

-crmn

[casualtyofthoughts]

memory foam

she hates that she sees him in all the places his hands have been

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[razorshapes]

Nicola Samorì