Found A Diamond In The Rough 💎

Alyssa-traveling soul SC: sktrchc182 IG: yockness_monster

[gusty]

[sktrchc182]

Heartbreak is taking shot after shot

Ultrasound after ultrasound

Poking and prodding

Just to find out it didn’t work.

Heartbreak is the Not pregnant.

Heartbreak is not being able to see your family

Due to living far away

Due to a pandemic

Receiving a phone call for horrible news

Heartbreak is finding out your brother is dead

Heartbreak is pain

Pain of losing

Pain of hurting

Heartbreak is watching your best friend leave you when you are in your lowest time

Heartbreak is missing that text

Looking at old photos old videos

Receiving that phone call again and again

Heartbreak is finding out your best friend is dead

Heartbreak is loss

Heartbreak is scary

Heartbreak is painful

Heartbreak is dark

Heartbreak is lonely

[theanimalmemes]

“my biggest flaws is that I give more than I receive and I always see the good in people even after they’ve showed me who they were.”

— @thesexualquotes (via thesexualquotes)

[sktrchc182]

So I did a thing... I married my best friend. She’s the light in the darkness. I couldn’t have gotten any luckier.

[sktrchc182]

I’m so in love with her 💜

[strwbryfemme]

april 14, 2017 // #003153

[masturhatings-deactivated202103]

x

[the-fuckk-up-deactivated2023102]

“What are you into?” Is such a broad question, Like do I reply with a tv series or choking….

[c-isnenegro]

[suicidalteenagenightmares]

[perrfectly]

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.

Paulo Coelho (via perrfectly)

[wnq-writers]

Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.

souu-h  (via wnq-writers)

[sktrchc182]

Koreaaaa funhouse

[harminna-deactivated20240727]

[roseyjones]

💡💡

[sktrchc182]

🔥🔥🔥

[decision]

[rbcages]

I wonder if I even left a mark on you. I’d like to think I was a wild flame you burnt your hands on; the red scar tissue you pick at when you feel alone. I’d like to think I am a distant dream that still calls to you in your sleep; an image you see down the hall in the middle of the night. I’d like to think you still smell me on your old clothes - linger in the ache of it. That’s the thing about the loves I never managed get out of my teeth; years later and I still find you in the loneliest of places. If you read my poetry still I hope you know how none of my words have ever managed to wash you out of their mouth. How even when I’m not writing about you, I am still writing about you.

[factly]