Cherophobia

This account is just to let things out.

[verbaaatim]

You can live a whole life time without ever being awake

-peaceful warrior

[verbaaatim]

One decision does not decide a man

[verbaaatim]

Getting ready for a loss isn’t distancing yourself so you detach from your feelings. It’s doing as much as you can through the time that you have, so that once death approaches, you know you’ve done everything in your power to make the best of what you had

the time between love and death

[verbaaatim]

I looked at her and I realized I wasn’t feeling love, I’ve become love

[verbaaatim]

“Isnt it odd. We can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside.”

- the boy, the mole, the fox, and the horse

[verbaaatim]

I wish to have all versions of written love stories to be with you.

[verbaaatim]

no cause i remember the days i couldn’t eat because of you. When my bones started to tremble, my heart began to shatter. Was that supposed to be a side effect of love?

[dailyhouse]

[verbaaatim]

This isn’t your home is where you grew up

[sa-dnesss]

[verbaaatim]

I feel like you helping me out is a self fulfilling prophecy because you can’t help yourself

[verbaaatim]

“It was nice meeting you, Lily Bloom. I hope you defy the odds of most dreams and actually accomplish yours.”

[verbaaatim]

I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we’re all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.

-it ends with us

[verbaaatim]

I’m falling apart and I can’t do anything about it

[verbaaatim]

Sometimes i just wonder if its easier to end it. The world will keep spinning, the peoples town will still talk. Who am I to anyone? Anything but a mere flick of dusk in this whole goddamn universe.

- insignificant piece of shit lookin ass

[verbaaatim]

“No but in the distance I saw you. The way we used to talk. The way you used to entangle your hands in mine. The smell of your cologne that remained in the air around you. The comforting way you used to make me feel when you were in my presence. I felt that, I did”

- an excerpt from a book i’ll never write

[edithalicepoe]

To Be Tender

You touch me, I flinch. Your hands are cold but you are not. You stroke my face, my neck, my chest, gently. Tenderly. I jerk away, just a bit. I’m waiting for your hand to curl into a fist.

You whisper softly, and I jump. What are you doing, Why are you so quiet with your demands, With your desires. Do you not simply take?

You smile and reassure me, so tenderly.

Your body pressed against mine; I let out a gasp of vulnerable air. Your lips on the back of my neck, kissing it instead of trying to snap it.

I feel your eyes on my body, but so tenderly. A tsunami, an avalanche, a flood of tenderness.

It makes me want to peel my skin off and crawl out of my bones.

What business do you have stitching up my wounds

Who are you to come kissing the body that others took such care to bruise