you’d be the one
to destroy me.
I offered my heart
How did it taste?
I do things.
Read on, if you please.
I don’t fall in love with perfection. I like things fraying and scuffed. My favorite thing from childhood is my pink bear. He isn’t pink anymore. More like gray. And his right arm is barely on anymore. He’s got holes all over him. But I still love him. I loved him so hard he had to be repaired by…
It is very hard to write about feelings you haven’t had yet.
Or feelings you haven’t felt in a while.
whoever re-blogs this, i will put all your URLS in this folder in a word document
starting on 8th on January (1 week today) i will randomly pair up all of you with another URL and you will be their stalkers for the week and tell each other who you are at the end of the week. I will do this regardless of how many re-blogs. Please please please make sure than your ask box is open with anon available.
SO GET RE-BLOGGING!!!!
“If our love has to be proven to people, it’s not real.”
My best friend is so deep.
Picking at an old scab,
pouring salt in a deep wound,
it’s all the same.
It’s reliving past pain.
Bleed it out just a little more,
make it burn just one last time.
Just to know that I can still feel,
that you’re still here with me.
You’re my favorite poison,
and though you make me sick,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every time I pick at this old scab
and pour salt in the wound underneath,
I promise myself that it will be the last time.
I’ve lost count.
Maybe I should start promising myself
that I’ll break my promises instead.
the-jerecro-journey asked: Thanks for the comment on my post last night. I do apologize for not writing anything; as I fell asleep. I do hope that you get feeling better today. I will try to post some writings later! :)
No worries, I totally understand. Looking forward to reading what you post! And thank you! :)
Anonymous asked: Hi, you're really pretty, and you write well! :)
Why thank you! :) Too bad you’re anonymous…