#thosememories

[imeeptinio26]

#throwback .... #thosememories 😶😶😶😶😶 #stillthankful and #blessed🙏 to be have those #times with you.... #yourconfessions #made me #better 🙂 if Gods plan for me is #beingalone I #trust His will💓 (at Palawan Crocodile Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5eRILTgm4QrfJC8mweKFzTCcNa4mrxO-YKcGs0/?igshid=uly842eab4tq

[imeeptinio26]

#thosememories ... https://www.instagram.com/p/B2oLgP2AQiX/?igshid=3fpr5ahfr4pu

[antoniojustin1-blog]

The port of vancouver.... - - - - - #thosememories #portofvancouver #vancouver #whatisvancouverlike #travel #travelhere #justcanadianthings #canon7dmarkii #canon #justcanonthings #canoncanada #exploreallthethings #lifeistooshort #fucktheworld (at Port of Vancouver)

[sunset-supergirl]

#SchoolDaze #reminiscing #GoodOlDays #ThoseMemories sometimes #dazedandconfused but #TheMemoryRemains looking back what used 2 a school. Now it's where my uncle lives. 🏚📚🌰🏠🎶❤️🌽 (at Linn - San Manuel)

[miss-kaia-blog]

#Oldie#halloween#blackonblack#shortskirt#kneehighs#wednesdayadams#thosememories (at Brisbane City, Qld)

[anaddictiontoinspiration]

[thatfiish]

Memory 01

It's hot.  Generally in reoccurring dreams, you know what's going to happen. You don't know how you feel that fucking flesh burning pain that is currently flushed through every goddam vein that is pulsating in your body right now, but you do. Everything fucking hurts. Everything smells. Generally, people don't smell shit when they return to a nightmare, a dream, a fucking memory. But you do. You always do. Everything smells rotten, molding, everythin smells like fucking plastic that is melting over the hot rays of a furnace or even a sun. A campfire, as if you would know what such a humanoid thing would actually smell like. Each bit of Oxygen is getting consumed by that fire, hot metal. Bloody. Fresh blood is pooling from every inch of your face, and your back is burning from every gogforsaken ripple that rips into the curves of your spine. Another leash, another lash. You have lurched forward by now, retching in front of your own hands. There is nothing in your stomach but you still retch, dry heaving over every fucking breath left inside your lungs. Your gills are completely opened and flushed, you can't breathe on one side of the three that grace your ribs. Your weight shifts to your other side. Your ears, fins just like the rest of your body, flatten, flap, and then flatten against your head in every pull of your lungs. You're trying to breathe but it is so goddamn hot in here all you can taste is copper on the back of your tongue. >>Heave.

Tremors snake their way across your back, up through your shoulders. They go through your arms and your legs, there is a large one in your lungs, and then your spine. Your arch your back as a large gush of air overtakes you and another streak of a black crashes against the curve of your back Your gasping out air. it hurts holy shit how it hurts But somehow. This is all okay. It is your comfort, it is your dreams. It is the darkness behind every blink of the eye, and the post traumatic shivers you get when you walk along the sideways of the humans. Every time a cold breeze rushes along your cheek it's another hand brushing your chin, snaking across those lithe shoulders you thought you were so proud of. You wake up. Tears are grazing your cheeks, but there is nothing. You're covered in the blankets, some around your neck, some twisting across your stomach. You must have tossed an ungogful amount in your rest last night. Your optics are glazed over, everything seems wet but hot. You only manage a sputtering gasp.