dead girl writes words

look fam it's not that deep

[syrupbrat]

[rachelsghost]

Tell me about your teeth and your claws and how your breath

was rank hate and sweat and desire and I whispered 

“devour me” 

and you laughed and spit in my face.

[thequotejournals]

I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

David Levithan, Every Day (via thequotejournals)

[rachelsghost]

“What are these from?” He murmurs, pads of his fingertips tracing over the thick, bumpy tracks of my scars. His touch reverent, his voice low, as if he already knows. I move his hand away and press my mouth to his ear, “They’re from old mistakes.”

Except it wasn’t like that.

I move his hand away and laugh, “You know how clumsy I am.”

No, not that either.

I move his hand away and shrug, “I don’t remember.”

Wrong again.

I move his hand away-

No.

I leave his hand where it is, I let him stare. At them. At me. “They’re from where the ugliness inside of me tried to claw its way out.”

Wrong again.

I move his hand away. I leave it where it is. I move his hand away-

There was never any hand.

Because he never asked.

[selectables]

I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.

e.s. (via neutral)

[rachelsghost]

There used to be so many other things tumbling through my mind, thoughts full of mindless chatter. Now it’s just Us.

I can never get anything done

[rachelsghost]

Never trust a man who drops his first "I love you" when he's buried in your soft heat. You already know that what's kept between your legs makes strong men weep and lie. Why is he any different?

advice

[songofanothersummer]

I like the weight of your name on my tongue and the way it feels  when spoken through gritted teeth to mute the moan you inspire as I invoke you and ask for more.

Brittany Rubio, The Intimate Secrets Kept Between Bedsheets. (via songofanothersummer)

[rachelsghost]

I never liked my thighs until i felt your head buried between them

body positivity

[eligracely]

he kisses your thigh and bites your lip says that angels like to sin he scratches your side and bruises your hip you think you’ve let the devil in

forbidden fruit  (via egracely)

[rachelsghost]

The number drops and brings me closer to you. An inverse relation to my happiness.

we’ll be together again soon

[childmagazine]

Be with someone who has hundreds of daydreams about you

[rachelsghost]

I'm ashamed by the things I did/ allowed to be done to me when I was lost directionless and alone.

at least they give me something to write about

[highschoolhandjob]

[rachelsghost]

as the space between your replies lengthens  I start to wonder: am I allowed? the elation sinks, the happiness falters. do I deserve this?

some people can’t have nice things

[rachelsghost]

The liquor makes my tongue loose, secrets spilling. And I wait, trembling, for you to bolt.

I wouldn’t blame you

[rachelsghost]

I used to squeeze my eyes shut when men buried themselves in me, imagining myself anywhere else. How can I want that now?

when it’s you