[kofee]

❝ It will be a new world… A world of truth, not lies. ❞

[ashwilliam]

Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates in Psycho (1960)

[mrplatypusblog]

[signalbeast]

“I bring word from the swamp prince, the old pacts shall be honored, muster your forces at first light…”

[basicbabybutterfly]

[thewiseone-owl]

[aestheticfelicity]

[sadmermaidlooks]

[somevelvetevenings-blog]

‘Useless Magic’ by Florence Welch

[futuranna]

[girlinthepark]

Alexandra Rassoshenko | Kensington and Chelsea. 

[leahberman]

desert dance

Joshua Tree National Park

instagram

[peaches-and-bouquets]

[loveewillprevail]

Idk where else to put my writing.

I’ll stare at the ceiling most of the night. Mapping out every last detail from where the light is placed or how the smoke detector isn’t lined up perfectly to the vent. Anything to keep my mind distracted from the thought of you fucking her. I picture it perfectly when I close my eyes. I see every last detail that you gave me. Obviously, filling in some spaces with what I think happened. I’ll stare at the ceiling most of the night. I wonder if you made the same noises, or did you place your hands exactly where you do on me? Did you hold her while you talked about me? I’ll stare at the ceiling. I wonder what parts you down played, to save my feelings. Because I’m so completely damaged that you don’t know how much longer before I really break. Did you do the things I taught you on her? What did you say to each other when you were telling her exactly what I lack? I’ll stare at the ceiling & I’ll try to catch my breath. My temples are throbbing & my stomach is turning. All that I can do is stare at the ceiling, because no fan could ever be loud enough to drown this out.

[slgraywords]

despite it all

[thepersonalquotes]

[quiet-nymph]

[skypestripper]

he luh dis fat ass