posing in the dark

we love to be beautiful when no one else is looking

[sheronam-blog]

[grxyboy]

[brookenotastream]

this >

[deathpoll]

[mysterrayman-deactivated2013120]

[angelbambu]

[truthandfashion]

[heartlessellie]

[0nly--baby-scars-deactivated201]

look at the way he holds her. look at his facial expression. it’s as if he feels like if he lets her go, it will be forever. his desperation to stay holding on to her is simply rare. he’s holding her with the intention of never letting go. he needs her. and this is what I find beautiful.

If somebody held me like this I think I’d melt into the gravel.

^

[broken-teen-blog]

teen wolf :’)

[equidem]

wow that first caption made me hate myself AND the person who wrote it like can we not thank u.

[posinginthedark]

i second the "can we not" movement on that caption

[posinginthedark]

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

[tristamateer]

please tell me which part of yourself you hate the most so I know exactly where to plant my lips every time I see you

[justtheawesomestuff]

[mundosemleis]

[daisyymeadows]

[livinglifewithderek]

[posinginthedark]

friendship pollution

We were supposed to be friends. We were friends. Before the curiosity.

We were friends for years. There was trust and confidence, slowly built; accumulated to a solid foundation on which I stood. He would never betray me; why would he? for nor would I betray him. This we both knew and stood upon and rested in our conversation. It wasn't all necessarily a secret; it simply was safe, like an oasis there for anyone to discover, but hardly advertised.

That foundation became sullied and soiled when the curiosity led to intense desire and a breaking of unmade rules, for sharing so easily can lead to a passive abuse of such comfort. Soon questions were asked that shouldn't have been asked. And secrets were freely given in reply.

The honesty fell into over-honesty; we somehow fell into a niche of intimacy and trust that lacked the commitment of having fallen into love as well. He held the platonic attitude of the dear friend that he was. This form of attention which he provided satisfies parts of me which are most desperately neglected, and yet there is so much that is missing.

I KNOW I could never successfully relate with this man. A man! He is a boy. A boy six years my senior.  How could I possibly spend a relationship cradling someone else's delicate ego? And how, standing upon that observation, could I possibly entertain the idea of a relationship that is sure to end leaving him crutchless? Like throwing out a puzzle that misses many pieces, leaving him behind means I have nothing. Going along with it means I have all except that which really matters.  One is more whole, the other more lonely. Knowing the futility of satisfying all needs except my greatest one- the need for love- the answer to this question will become increasingly obvious. But right now, I don't want to be alone.

[stairwaytostoya]

[gloomy-bears]

[kyliexgender]

i wanna play twister with someone really hot

oops i fell & touched your whole body