#i never lied

[sanjidysphoria]

thorin oakenshield:

[paladitos]

me making a venmo and paypal account: ahhahahah yes i am of legal age yes that’s right i’m 18 woo ahahahhah

[karens-vest]

y’all i’m watching princess & the frog & naveen was like “a waitress? no wonder the kiss did not work, you lied to me!” & tiana was like “i never said i was a princess” then naveen said “you never said you were a waitress”

this seems familiar

[deygurl]

Yes, find a way for me to be the bad guy, cause it's easier to cope with madness then with sadness

[hippie-dippie-blog]

Wow people

Might as well put a stamp on it and mail it to my doorstep.

[nelkitty]

A gift of words is all I have, these small, fragile things that can only wrap, like colourful paper, around the vast concepts that bounce around in our minds. Humans are bigger on the inside. Language is a young and faulty concept, but we use it, we love it, we nurture it regardless. It shapes our future and defines our past, and holds like glue those unspoken things that quiver in our hearts.   Here are mine for you. I wake one day and stretch beneath warm blankets, staring at the ceiling while my sleeping mind shudders and begins to buzz. An engine of grey matter, simple enough, full of thoughts and fuel. Senses roll in as waves. I taste air, cool, damp, fresh with morning but stale after a night's rest. I taste cinnamon and chalk, the reminder of lust, lastnight's heat. I feel skin against my leg, warm, soft, tipped with a foot and beginning… Well, we know where legs begin. Coy smile, secret thoughts, still kept hidden although no one hears them. I think you would be amused by the concept. Blushing at what no one knows and no one sees, the flaring flush of blood vessels mirrored throughout our bodies. I want to be closer. I want to be touching. I want, I want, I endlessly want...   I roll onto my side- Miss is away, and I think to myself I have a plan for her too, more words, perhaps, but now just you- and I watch you sleep. I trace the shapes in your face with my sleepy gaze, here a circle, there a sharp angle, this a soft curve, and I trace them with my fingers, counting in my head numbers that relate to nothing. The curve of your throat, the pulse lying there, the dipping skin of your shoulder. The smooth plain of your collarbone and your chest, rising and falling beneath my seeking fingers. I'm entranced- but then, I always am.   I deliver a kiss to your forehead and smile as you wake, the first flashes of those eyes, those mossy, incredible eyes, stirring my heart into a quicker beat than I'm used to. This is still new. You and She are home, but still new. Unknown and unexplored territory. In response to this sudden thrill I raise myself onto one elbow to plant a kiss on your lips. You hold me there a moment, seeking longer, but I pull back and away with a grin. My elbow is leverage. I tip ever further until I'm resting there, on my back, stretched sanguine on the sheets, my leg against your leg… I beckon you to follow. I look into those beautiful otherworldly eyes and giggle, whispering "I love you," like a secret, breathless as a girl gone pale beneath your glance. I close my eyes and feel you there, and find I am filled with light. We are whole only sometimes, love, and we are worth more than the sum of our parts.

Something I wrote once, for @masterofbirds. I stumbled across it again today, felt vaguely nostalgic. 

[la-la-lalovelylady]

Do you even know why our relationship was only jealousy lies and hate?? Because of YOU. It's true when they say an abuser will start spreading lies about you as soon as you call them on their shit 😂

[wishing-andhoping-anddreaming]

It's just crazy how much things changed in such a little amount of time. I guess that's what happens when you have a psycho manipulator feeding the ones you loved lies.