[ms-optimistic-pessimist-blog]

I feel so free...

I'm so happy I could cry. 

[ms-optimistic-pessimist-blog]

i'm screaming can't you hear me, it's a howl through the night makes the little babe cry. can't you fucking hear it? it's ringing inside pounding in my chest i'm trembling underneath your stare. can't you see? with eyes so heavy  i'm forced to look, helplessly  stealing my soul with a wink. can't you fucking see? don't tell me it's me don't you fucking tell me it's just me.   

[future---trunks-deactivated2017]

There are approximately 1,013,913 words in the English language but I could never string any of them together to explain how incredible I think you are.

[hatin-deactivated20140225]

[hohoehoes]

why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4am

[wayfaringstranger]

Bringing this back cause it is so true.

[eu-ph-or-ia-deactivated20150611]

In 1955 this was considered the perfect body.

[politeconversationandfornic-blo]

Still the perfect body

[ms-optimistic-pessimist-blog]

i could say i am depressed, but somehow it doesn't work. i feel hallow and empty and no matter what i fill myself with i just crave more. i guess i've turned into a glutton. gobbling up food, booze, drugs, and sex.  i hate it. i hate everything. i no longer know what i want or who i want to become. i'm just here wasting space, breathing in air i do not deserve. why did you have to die? you fucking dick why did you have to die. why couldn't you just confess your pain you selfish prick...i am sorry, i shouldn't say that...you were far from selfish. you would give me the stars if you could. i just miss you i guess..

[sealedvaults]

Passion.

I love the way your rough hands grab hungrily at my flesh. Palming. Squeezing. Savoring. You seem to get lost in my skin, tracing road maps in random patterns with your fingertips and your lips. The way you press into me as hard as possible makes me think of the time you whispered softly: its never close enough. Never close enough, even when we’re pressed together tightly as possible, with no room between.

[thievinggenius]

Illustration done by Karla Mialynne.

[godlessliberalacademic]

what

[crazy-parawhores]

[gracie-law-deactivated20151002]

[rishisamuelpatel]

[andremeulemeester-deactivated20]

“favorite color?”

“black”

[r-iviere]

hate when people tell me black isn’t a color

[peep-deactivated20150217]

[convixial]

i understood all of that

[digbicks]

The Morning After: Thoughts about the briefness of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched (2013), Lindsay Bottos-Sewell

[cyberfake]

I guess you could say I was confused when you said you didn’t love me Because you always told me that when you kissed my lips you could taste the next 70 years of your life. Because when we made love we did it with smiles on our faces and love in our hearts; and when you scratched my back you etched your future into every muscle and every tendon making me feel as if I was some sort of a permanent calendar (But calendars can only last a year). Because you said eternity had never tasted so sweet as you drew it from my breath and kissed the sunshine that leaked from my skin. Because I promised you that I would never need rain-soaked nights in Paris, or money or a house on some far away island because your heart was the only home I could ever need. And because you always said you would treat me like one of your tragic stars with their pagan hearts full of morning and how you would always look up at me in wonder and say “What a fall, but what a light. What impossible light.” g.a.h.

"What Light" - Grayson Herrg (via perfect)

[larmoyante]

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via nonelikejesus)