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boylekonusmaflora

platonic-noods-blog

Blue Virgo - Sierra Jackson

11roses

rockthrowingbutch

Patronize these kids at your own risk.

tortillah

when your friend hands you another shot but you already too fucked up

pr1nceshawn

Famous Disney Characters As Ethnically Correct Humans by Pugletto.

laysiaprincess

I love this

summerashes

Omg

orangejuiceonmytits

the night felt good on my skin

suddenly-sunny-deactivated20190

i like myself better on drugs. i like blocking it all out. i don’t want to be sober. i want to let this kill me.

to my “almost”

im sorry for trying when i knew it would do me no good

im sorry for introducing you to my demons and expecting.. hoping that you would accept them

im sorry for giving you the ability to hurt me

im sorry for putting faith into you

im sorry for not being what youd hope or wanted.....

but i also blame you

i blame you for trying when you knew it would do no good

i blame you for meeting my demons and then getting scared

i blame you for taking the chance to hurt me

i blame you for crushing my faith

i blame you for not being what i had hoped or wanted....

why not

i see posts and people saying things like: "dont let them close enough to break your heart", "break him/her before they can break you", etc.. and seeing those initially brings an overwhelming sense of sadness to my heart..for many reasons, one of those being that life is hard enough as it is people! we shouldnt have to walk around on cracked glass wondering when its going to break. we should love while we can, love is an incredibly complex paradox that we may never figure out.. but isnt that why we crave it so much? we want love because it reminds us that some things in this life just arent meant to be analyzed. we crave wonder, adventure, secrecy, thrill, and even heartache. being hurt is part of life, whether we fall in love with our eyes wide open, or it sneaks up on us, it will happen. so we might as well make the most of it.

lifeinpoetry

I’m sorry I don’t call. Sorry I snuck down the stairs & out to the mouth of a boy who will never know my name. I’m sorry I ruined your carpet with a backdraft of whiskey. Sorry I told our secrets. Put them in a book. Didn’t tell you about it. I’m sorry for the freckles & the switches & the mean boys in grade school. I’m sorry I scratched your Neil Diamond record. Drew the picture of the dead cat. Titled it after my dead sister. I’m sorry they pulled her from your body like a sad wet sponge. I’m sorry no one came to the hospital. Sorry I felt sorry. I’m sorry about the stolen tampons and the nest of mice in the stove. The pennies for gas money. Sorry I drank all your rum. For the boy in the basement. & the one on the porch. & the back of your car. The slashed window screens. & forearms. Sorry I lied about acid & the boy with the knife. The houseful of beer rats. Sorry for the weevils & the dead grass. I’m sorry I don’t call anymore. I’m sorry your life looks like this in photo albums. That I was part of your stain. That it took 36 years to say this. You hate me. You are too kind to say so. I’m sorry I told our stories. I am low. I never thanked you for sacrifice. For stereo & dolls & English & correcting my stutter & the big slumber party with all the gift bags. Sorry I vomited in the wash drain. Sorry I left. Sorry I came back. You still get ferocious. Sorry I struck back. Loved you so hard– then turned like a coin that has run out of spin. I’m sorry the rock opened that boy’s forehead. That I cursed you. Wouldn’t let you hit me anymore. I’m sorry I lied. I am a coward. My skin has started to yellow. My neck is curving into an ampersand. We can’t talk about it. We can’t talk. Sorry the world kicked you so hard. Sorry he’s sick, Mama, & all I can do is worry what happens next. I wrote the poems. I stopped calling. I don’t visit. I’m sorry you never wanted me. Sorry I don’t need you like other girls. There’s so much decay. No grandchildren. I failed. I am alone. Alone is easier than talking to you. I’m sorry it comes like this, flood & undertow. Can’t sit comfortably in the same room, I twitch like a startled moth. Sorry I came out hard & sharp & full of claws. Ruined your body. Only learned the wrong things. I’m sorry I don’t call. I’m sorry you’re so far. Sorry I have no intention of coming to find you.

Jeanann Verlee, “Genetics of Regret,” Said the Manic to the Muse (via lifeinpoetry)

actualdesmondmiles

i sent this photo to one of my friends

with the caption ‘motherfuckin bubbles. you best envy me’

and all he did was reply with ‘ARE YOU NAKED????’

i was like, ‘what??????????no???’

‘who the fuck takes a bath naked are you mad ???’

leahclio-deactivated20131231

Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

its you baby, baby (via h-auptgewinn)

deadtwink

SO I GET HOME AND THERE’S THIS RANDOM KID ON MY COUCH AND HE’S LIKE ‘ALRIGHT MAN I DON’T WANNA HURT U JUST PUT UR STUFF DOWN AND GET ON THE GROUND I JUST WANT UR MONEY’ AND I FUCKIN ALMOST PUKED I WAS LIKE “OMG PLS NO I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY I’M ONLY 15” THEN HE WAS LIKE “NAH MAN I’M JUST FUCKIN WITH U I’M UR BROTHER’S FRIEND HE’S IN THE SHOWER I’M JUST WAITIN FOR HIM”