wakingbearsocks

[myreticentvale-deactivated20231]

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

[maddisonkennedy-deactivated2017]

Couldn’t scroll

[thy-devil-princess-deactivated2]

I don’t give a fuck if this doesn’t suit your ‘theme’ have a heart and reblog.

[slynickpwilde]

I’ll see you soon, Allison…

[poems-and-words]

[dreamt-0f-w0nderland]

[wavering-souls]

✞ now baby it’s all gone ✞

instagram

[indieteen]

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

You handed me a flower; I hung myself with the stem while all the petals were surrounding and a /love me not/ just staining my lips.

3. I’m still a girl dreaming about him

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

My heart races when I think of you. My ears burn and my face shades crimson. I giggle so freely. You've now got quite a bit of me, not just my virginity. I think of saying all these things but I turn to run the opposite way anytime I even hear your name.

2. I'm still a girl dreaming about him

[palestbaby]

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

My heart is free but you're the open field tonight. I'll touch my lips to your neck, kiss you for the stars. I'll trace my fingers down your arm, ghost a piece of the clouds and keep myself lingering. I'll moan until you see the flowers as recklessly as I do. I'll fuck you for the night, and I'll be off again by sunlight.

[awritingpromptaday]

Prompt 1705. All we know how to do is work and never sleep.

Submitted by @lordeliw

[grunge-top]

- only grunge posts -

[shimmywritings]

Melt

We melt in our hands So the softest parts of us May fuse together

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

I really enjoy the rocks.

[music-and-quotes]

Then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

Pink Floyd, Time (via music-and-quotes)

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

Golden Heart

A gold heart is heavy in a chest. It's worth so much, but loved so little. If trust is there it colours to rust. Remain inside, watch the good either and die. It fades to grey as they cry. is there a gold heart in you? is there one in me?

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

We had sex but I must confess I don't think I want you out of my mind...at least not just yet.

[wakingbearsocks-blog]

Bathtub.

I fill it up as my mood goes down. I get in and turn my music loud. I face my head toward the water, this is where I begin to clearly think... Down my face will go, until none of it shows. I won't come up for air until I'm sure I don't want to go. I could die so bare but my family would find me here. I wouldn't mind my dear but my family would be mad if I died right here.

[poems-and-words]