sicker than your average

my goodness

[smileyangels]

“You’re just one of them people. You know, 20 years from now my daughter may come home crying over a stupid boy. You’re the story I tell her. When she’s aching in bed and I’m running my fingers through her hair to try and wash away the pain, our story is what I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her how something so beautiful has the potential to become so ugly and toxic to the both of you. When she thinks she can’t live without him, I’ll tell her about our story and how I forced myself to heal. How getting out of bed was a mission. How breathing without you was a mission. When her skins burning from every part he touched I’ll tell her about how I scrubbed your hands of me in the shower as I was crying. And when she thinks she can’t ever move on, I’ll tell her about how 10 years ago I saw you alone in a pub whilst I was with her father, I’ll tell her how your eyes watered when our eyes met and how I replied with a gentle smile, because it was the calm after the storm. It hurts darling. It hurts so bad, knowing you love him more than anything and he’s too immature and childish to understand or even care and acknowledge that you’ll love him more than anyone possibly can in his life. But once you heal that hurt, you become an untouchable woman.

—a mix of my auntys story& my future

[poeticvodka]

Red lipped, cherry stained days and nights. You hold my hand and I feel safe. I’m dangerous and that scares us both. Both broken but sick of it. Too much pleasure is pain. You were like a hit and run because I never saw you coming but I never saw you going either. I get a text and I hope it’s you -forgiving me for fucking up, but it isn’t and it breaks me. Because I know I hurt you, but I did it because you hurt me first. We’re like oil and water b, it just feels like we can’t coexist because we mix and the bubbles start boiling but a moment later we’re separated again. You gave me butterflies, you still do and I feel them flying around in my stomach but I get this sickening feeling that they’re dying and they’ll sit there and you won’t care. You’re a loser but that’s why I like you. You’re weird and it’s refreshing. Because we vibe and that’s rare. Fingers on thorns baby, I know exactly where it hurts and why.

second chance?

[amortizing]

“How I wish you were here.”

— Pink Floyd (via naturaekos)

[zoiodlula]

[poeticvodka]

“you were my cup of tea, but i drink champagne now.”

- and it tastes a whole lot better.

[wordsbymp]

“You don’t want me, at least not right now. And I am finally at the point where this is okay. You not wanting me no longer breaks me like it used to. You don’t want me and this is okay. I want me and I am going to try like hell to remember this.”

— wordsbymp

[minajed-deactivated20201022]

[greelin]

cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

[valynnetine]

stuffed animal: *has fur covering its eyes*

me: *gently fixes it*

me: you can See

[poeticvodka]

“If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who’s a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.”

— so open up your eyes.

[cielem]

“You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.”

— A Word To My Lovers (via thatantisocialbitch)

[poeticvodka]

remind me to forget

our story

beautiful

perfect

unforgettable

the one that got away

— my playlist says a lot

[itxylopez]

[poeticvodka]

“You never think about it at the time, you’re wrapped up in his arms listening to some playlist from A Boogie on spotify he has on repeat for the thousandth time just like any other day. You think you have tomorrow, you think you have forever. And it doesn't occur to you that this is the last time you are going to hear his voice, the last time you will look into his warm brown eyes, the last time you will touch his lips, you won’t realize that this is the last moment he is going to be yours.”

— and just like that he’s gone

[sleepin]

“Go for it. Whether it ends good or bad, it was an experience.”

— (via alunit)

[poeticvodka]

You never think about it at the time, you're wrapped up in his arms listening to some playlist from A Boogie on spotify he has on repeat for the thousandth time just like any other day. You think you have tomorrow, you think you have forever. And it doesn't occur to you that this is the last time you are going to hear his voice, the last time you will look into his warm brown eyes, the last time you will touch his lips, you won't realize that this is the last moment he is going to be yours.

and just like that he’s gone

[poeticvodka]

Maybe 10 years from now we’ll meet again at a coffee shop down the road and start over.

a girl could dream, can’t she? (via poeticvodka)