I'm sorry you're so unhappy with your life, but that doesn’t mean you have to make mine more miserable than it already is!
I can take her! (not in a fight)
Seven days a week or whatever Jungkook said!
But something feels off.. Oh nevermind! It's my pants!
Me:
Once we die
Start to decay
Rot
Where does our soul go?
Does it stay in this prison of
bones and blood
flesh
Or does it wander?
Visiting our childhood home where we used
to laugh and dance
love
Can we still go back?
Will we return to the places we knew
where we were still pure
innocent
or will we simply vanish from existence?
Can you answer me this question, love
or will I have to beg
plead
so my bones can ultimately rest?
Girlhood 🎀🐰🤍
Girl activities
biting your nails
wondering how many bodies are hidden in your hometowns hills and forests
laying naked in bed tracing your scars
daydreaming about your future
pretending to look mysterious and read in front of your cafe crush
wondering what you would look like 50 lbs lighter than trying to decide if you want to relapse or not
brushing your hair with vintage silver hair brushes than wondering who all the women were who brushed their hair with it before you
writing poetry at 4 am
falling in love with your best friend
cleaning your room on a sunday
picking at your skin in the mirror till your whole face is red and swollen
daydreaming about bleaching your hair
cuddling your dog
remembering your dreams while sitting on the shower floor
watching movies, reading books, and watching shows, pondering the stories and characters and fantisizing about your life being like those stories
Wait! ✋️ Y'all don't love her like I love her! 💃
Wife Reval🤭🤭
I need her so bad it's not even funny!
I am rot / I am foul / I am nearly gone / Still you kept me in your embrace / Satan streched out his hands / With his long fingers / To get me to him / To get me to purgatory / Still you kept me in your embrace / I bled on your bed / I bled on your carpet / Drowning us both in my blood / Still you kept me in your embrace / The little girl inside me is long gone / The girl with fair hair / The girl with a pink room / The girl with dreams / The girl you fell in love with / That girl has vanished / Still you kept me in your embrace
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
This is my first poem I am uploading here so please be nice..
girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”
he's so me when I!
Raskolnikov is the realest main character to ever walk this earth because he‘s a broke college student who lays in his bed all day thinking about going outside, and then when he does he derealizes, decides that everything sucks, and gets so tired that he imidietly passes out after having to so much as to see other people. Mans was representing all of academia unknowingly.
Guys I need her to be real oml..