Smyles

Rock and Metal and then the odd softies ;) follow I shall follow back

[withereddelilah]

Does anybody else understand the satisfaction of being in a darm room with the curtains open watching the light from the world pass by across the walls? That soothingness of it? It cannot just be me.

[tobiasxva-deactivated20170810]

How do you deal with your anxiety?

Poorly

[jennniferturtlee-deactivated201]

[withereddelilah]

What happened to us? To you? What happened to those days where every text you sent me was filled with love? What happened to those random moments where you'd tell me you loved me? What happened to those random kisses, those random hugs? Did I do something wrong? Or maybe it was because you saw the flaws I see in myself? Did I push you away? Was it my fault? Was it my fault you may not love me anymore? If I change will you stay? I don't want you to go.

(@withereddelilah) -Me

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[withereddelilah]

I'm afraid that one day you'll wake up and think 'why am I wasting my time with her' and you'll just leave me to fend for myself. Just leave me with nothing but memories of what was and dreams of what could have been.

(Me) @withereddelilah

[twofingerswhiskey]

“remove people from your life without explaining!” this is abuse

“move on from people who did something wrong once!!” this is abuse

“abandon people you’ve known for years!!! be selfish!!!!!” this is abuse

[elisabombzo]

This whole post is a giant fucking guilt trip against anyone who has ever had to cut ties with an abusive or toxic person.

Yeah it’s courteous to explain why you’re leaving, but you don’t have to especially if you don’t feel comfortable or safe telling them the bad news.

If your boyfriend punches you in the face, it’s not fucking abusive to leave him even if he only did it once.

And who gives a flying fuck how long you’ve known someone? That doesn’t mean jack if they’re mistreating you or and making you miserable.

It’s not. Fucking. Abusive. To leave someone for your own sake, it’s your prerogative to cut ties with people who hurt you or make you upset, and this post is fucking garbage. Leaving someone is incredibly hard to do and can be lifesaving, so don’t fucking guilt people for deciding what is right for their own well being.

[buddhabrand]

[spideralienslug420-deactivated2]

O MY GOD why I will never have kids

[buddhabrand]

[spideralienslug420-deactivated2]

O MY GOD why I will never have kids

[missinglinc]

[kittiekristine-deactivated20160]

I’m crying.

[samcros-ho-deactivated20150408]

ITS BACK

[cosmic-astrology]

Aaron: Aries, Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn Vinny: Gemini, Cancer, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces

[itzbatz-deactivated20240722]

[katebush]

I hate myself but that’s okay

[mossgirl]

Can old men stop flirting with teenage girls like go have a heart attack Please

[withereddelilah]

My last boyfriend's dad was like in his 50's and he hit on me whilst I was with his son and it was absolutely gross and worst bit was my 'at the time boyfriend' didnt do anything. Turns out his dad was also a registered sex offender and instead of defending me he defended his dad saying he's old and he was just joking. Luckily I had a friend who stuck up for me and so and so and he has been my boyfriend for a yr and 5 months. Don't defend them please. It's gross. I was 16 at the time.

[withereddelilah]

True dat

[runiqu]

My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it. I cried :')

(via runiqu)

[withereddelilah]

You didn't love me. Just loved what I did for you. How I gave my life for you. You didn't love me. You just wanted me to give my life to you. And I did.

(withereddelilah)

[withereddelilah]

Well dont they look pretty asf. here?

Via silkimagery