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@x-classicanonymous-x
I could make you cry, but you need your eyes.
Classicanon (you'll never feel the pain you brought me, I care too much)
Disturbed
Like music to my deaf ears You told me of her My heart sank Suddenly I heard the music Now its 1am and I'm drowning I'm not good enough My bleeding ears The thought of ever being able to please you Destroyed The music is louder Tell me Did you speak to her The words you've spoken to me? Why am I here Does she taste better on your lips? Does her smile shine brighter? Why do you want me Why do you love her more? Why do I even try anymore?
I'm so fucking tired of not feeling okay
Classicanon (I'll never be good enough for anyone)
isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other human beings?
Are you talking about prostitution, the movies, or airplane tickets?
glasses
classic
You said you were going to make me feel so good I wouldn’t be able to feel my legs. You said you were going to make my body experience things I didn’t even know were possible. You said you wanted me so badly, you could already taste me on your tongue. I thought you were talking about sex. But all you had to do was call me beautiful and, with my smile against your teeth, and I knew that this was what getting fucked really felt like.
January 2nd, 2015 (k.p.k)
You say you love me. I ask you when. When will you love me? Will you love me with 17 year old skin, figuring out who I am with my lips attached to your collarbone? Will you crash into all my young twisted thoughts and look forward with me? Will you love me at 21 when I’m dizzy and drunk...
Perfect
Love me back, please, I tried, so hard, to get over you, when I close my eyes, and I imagine my future, I only see you in it, even though I don’t want to, so please, love me back, I don’t want to beg, but I want to give you a choice, because I never had a choice, I didn’t decided to love you, I loved you against my wishes, because I couldn’t help it so please, love me back
F.K, Would you please love me back? (via existentialmelancholy)
This kills me
Him
He's my 3am thoughts when I'm alone in tears He's my release when I have a bad day, a glimpse at his smile, and I'm gone He's my protection from relapse, not a single mark on my skin He's my wall, helping me fight my demons, along with his He's the sun, shining ever so brightly in the morning He's the moon glowing, softly at night He's the freckles on my pale skin He's the butterflies in my mind He's my everything When I fall apart, my saviour is him When I'm crying, my pillow is him When I'm broken, my reconstruction is him He is all that I am All that I ever will be He is my soul mate My love He is my forever My always Most of all He, is you
January 13th 2015 1:58am
Writing poetry is like trying to commit suicide Its something you can't go back and change you'll never forget the words you've written like you'll never erase the scars you created in hopes of relief Neither attempt to forget the pain truly works You can write all you want, darken your ink You can cut all you want, deepening your blade But until you get all of your thoughts out Until you hit the vein You will not escape And once you do? You'll regret it. Even though, you won't be able to
Who am I to you? Anonymously leave a fruit or two in my inbox.
Apple: I haven't really taken notice of you so far.
Honeydew: You fascinate me.
Banana: You annoy me.
Mullberry: Mostly I tolerate you on my dash.
Cherry: You make me uncomfortable.
Orange: I love your blog, but I'm not very interested in you personally.
Grapefruit: I don't care so much for your blog, but I'm rather interested in you as a person.
Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.
Pineapple: I think about you even when I'm not on tumblr.
Rasberry: I'm not even aware I'm re-blogging from you when I do.
Strawberry: I wasn't even aware I was following you. How did that happen?
Mango: I wouldn't mind talking to you if you ever messaged me, but it's not that big of a deal to me.
Apple: I would really like to talk to you, but I never will initiate it.
Guava: I have no interest in talking with you on here.
Blueberry: Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention.
Cantaloupe: I often avoid liking and re-blogging your post so I don't draw your attention.
Watermelon: I'm not very interested in you or your blog, I'm just too lazy to unfollow you.
Elderberry: I've anon-ed you something personal before.
Pumpkin: I've anon-ed you a compliment before.
Kumquat: I've anon-ed you hate before.
Lemon: Never anon-ed you before, probably won't again.
Lime: We've never talked and I prefer to keep it that way.
Papaya: We used to talk but we don't anymore and that makes me sad.
Rhubarb: We used to talk and we don't anymore and I prefer it that way.
Tangerine: We talk on here sometimes and I want it to continue.
Plum: Meh.
Depressed? Sweetie, that's a major understatement.
Classicanon
