I’m living a life that doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
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Girls like us are on the run,
with legs in rose-thorns,
hands in our hair,
telling you, we are beautiful
like diamonds in the blackness
of the night,
in the light of the full moon.
We aren’t yours to own,
let us be soft,
let us cut your fingers off.Girls like us have wolves
for mothers,
born in between snow,
scratching our mother’s womb,
oh woman of mine,
let us out, let us growl,
let us howl,
silence only exist between
our lungs, fresh meat,
bloody meat in between
our teeth. We ate you alive,
and you were thankful
through our throats.Girls like us collect boys
in jars, drowning them in
cherry wine, feeding them sugar.
Money in envelopes,
love letters in an photo album,
old smoked cigarettes in frame,
Men pay big cash for girls like us.But girls like us are on the run,
we are not waiting on you
to catch the train,
to steal the car,
to ride the motorcycle,
We are on the run,
and girls like us don’t
take boys like you along.
Girls Like Us by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
I wish I had normal people problems, lol it sounds so much better than mine right about now….
When your dick head brother takes a 40 minute shower knowing you need to take one also. Literally a dudes shower should be less than 10 minutes….if mine are, his can be too. Not to mention I have more to do in the shower than him.
It literally becomes so annoying when my mom borrows almost everything I have paid good money for especially shoes and makeup. It’s one thing if I say oh yeah you can wear them today or whatever, but is not like that at all. She takes without asking and then basically ruins all of my stuff. Like thanks. Not to mention, her feet are one size bigger than mine…stretching my shoes out to where they physically don’t fit anymore and she has every nice pair of boots I own in her closet. I could take them back yes, but what’s the point if they don’t fit anymore….
Mine and babes 🔥 @sailthe-dicks
He smells like the bar nights I was too young for and the music my mother hated. He was elecricity and I was warm running water. A bathtub waiting for the toaster. I would have waltzed to the very ends of this Earth, just to be his, as long as he was mine.
Schuyler Peck, A December to Myself (via schuylerpeck)
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
(via oceane-water)
donald trump look like he fighting death so hard lmao just close your eyes and walk towards the light my guy
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