shoutout to any girl who has ever given me the ponytail from her wrist when I popped, lost, or forgot mine. we need more people in the world like you ok you are the backbone of this nation
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10 Metaphors Explaining Why I Can No Longer Love You
1. You bleach your teeth with venom to look pleasing while you kill. My lips are eating away at themselves. These are the chemicals of your poison reacting with mine.
2. You set your lungs on fire, when your thoughts strain your limbs, to burn breaths out of your life. You press your mouth on mine, begging for my oxygen. My lungs will not return the breaths you’ve burnt. I do not have to breathe for anyone but myself.
3. There are pieces of our ghosts in the spaces between us. The ghosts in your dark rooms have found their way into mine.
4. You look for a brighter light but find a darker tunnel. To you, everything seems out of reach. It’s not your hands that will get you there.
5. I stutter and you shame my tongue for slipping on itself. You fail to realize the irony of your discomfort as my fingers shake.
6. I scan my body and see yours. You’ve disposed me of myself. I do not exist.
7. I was generous enough to share the privacy of my own thoughts. You said poetry is just another excuse for people to stop making sense and not have to feel bad about it. I still regard you as art.
8. I fuck for the speechlessness. You fuck for the screams.
9. There is a blue birth mark on your shoulder and red vines down the backs of your thighs. Needles prodded blue skulls into your back and there is a picture of the scabbing underneath the red dress in your trunk. Dresses come in many different colours. Mine are black.
10. Where are you?
Alessia Di Cesare, 10 Metaphors Explaining Why I Can No Longer Love You (via featherumbrellas)
Kiss me. Kiss me until you can’t breathe. Kiss me so deeply that we fall into each other and fall and fall until we crash. Kiss me while you giggle. Let me feel your lips shake against mine while we laugh. Kiss me when you’re sad. Let the tears flow down your cheeks and I’ll share them with you, you’ll never be alone. Kiss me when you’re sleepy. When you can barely keep your eyes open, but you want to press yourself up against me one last time before we pass out in bed beside each other. Kiss me when you’re angry. When you want to scream and your brain feels like it’s vibrating because you’re so mad, let me be your relief. Kiss me even when you’re bored of me. Run your fingers across the grooves on my lips to remember that there’s more of me to discover and that there are crevices on my body that hold secrets and emotions that no one’s ever seen before. Kiss me until you remember that you love me. You do, you do, you do, but you suddenly realize that’s just not enough to stay. Kiss me before you leave, when you want to taste me one last time only to remind yourself that I’m not the same girl you fell in love with and now, I only burn your tongue.
Kiss me (H.S)
in 5th grade i used to suck on my arm and i dont know why but it was a really bad habit of mine like how kids sucked their thumbs, i sucked on my arm and my cousin who was in like 10th grade at the time asked if i had a hickey on my arm and i didnt know what it was and i said yes and he told me i was a “playa” and i told him i liked sports
will you still love me tomorrow? // amy winehouse
tonight you’re mine completely
you give your love so sweetly
tonight the light of love is in your eyes
will you still love me tomorrow?