She just does.

Whatever it is. She does.

[photographyismylifeee]

[lkzdoes]

And finally, I am at peace.

[redhomeboy]

[lkzdoes]

sometimes it is

like flood gates opening

the longing so strong

it chokes you

grips your every fiber

drags you into

the depths of despair

a heavy weight

on your heart

other times

it’s a light breeze

carefully stroking your hair

cradling your heart

and bringing you a peace

if only you could predict

when and how

heartbreak takes over

[dualipasource]

Hotter Than Hell is about an ex who constantly made me feel like I wasn’t good enough — always making me feel like I was saying the wrong thing. I broke up with him and was feeling really sorry for myself but when I went to the studio and started working on the song, I hated that I sounded weak. I didn’t wanna be that person, the girl that I’d always told my friends not to be, so I kind of flipped the script. I wanted it to be more empowering, therapeutic.

[lkzdoes]

you asked me what i was looking for.

i replied: ‘first and foremost, myself.’

[spi-ltmilk]

[lkzdoes]

her bare feet barely made a sound on the grimy hardwood floors. her eyes flittered across the ground, searching for her underwear. where was her bra? she didn’t care about the panties, those were old and disgusting anyway. but she didn’t want to leave her nice new bra behind. that thing had been expensive after all. and she was sure she’d never see him (or want to see him) again anyway. so leaving without it was not an option.

the boy was snoozing on his bed. in sheets that looked even dirtier in the morning sun. she didn’t mind last night, face pressed into the pillow while he ate her out from behind (and almost made her come), but now she shuddered. the room was a mess. a cliche student abode: cups of old coffee, crumpled up tissue paper (surely not from a cold), stacks of study books and full ashtrays scattered around. clothes everywhere. she wasn’t the perfect picture of cleanliness herself, but that was too much.

finally a peek of black lace under the dusty desk. how had it gotten there? whatever. quick fingers snatched it and stuffed it in her coat pocket. she was fully dressed (if a slinky dress, big faux-fur coat and no underwear could be called ‘dressed’) and reached for her bag and boots. she was sure she’d make it out unnoticed if she left right now. the boy had been stirring too much and must be close to waking up. and she didn’t want to face him this morning, or ever again. 

[bled]

[lkzdoes]

she was bright like the sun

high like the moon

sparkling perfection

wind in her waves

a grand image

of wildness

[its-just-kennedy]

[lkzdoes]

at night

and he took my hand

to show me the night sky

and he took my hand

to show me the moon and the stars

and he took my hand

to show me his favorite constellations

and he took my hand

knowing he didn’t have to

as i didn’t need him

to show me this exquisite world

i knew it by myself

but damn was it more fun with him

[flyngdream]

[lkzdoes]

later

he asked me about a mission to mars

i said ‘not now, maybe in a year or two.’

he smiled

i asked ‘is that boring? wanting to wait?’

he shook his head

‘no. it means life is so great for you, you don’t see a reason to leave.’

[lkzdoes]

obedience

choke me

with your words

spank me

with your dreams

tie me up

with your ideas

punish me

with your emotions

give me

all you have

[syntacked]

[lkzdoes]

lose me

just let me be free

not hungry for your attention

craving your touch

like a starving being

desperate for more