not all who wander are lost.
flesh wound 03.
there is no need for wings to carry me off onto the unrealistic world of happiness. I was right. I was always my own superwoman. I was always the only thing to get me through. your words mask the pain only slightly, caking on the blush before the play. played out. I don’t know if it’s because I want to feel wanted or the need to feel loved. but I am bored. and bored with being...
he broke the glass.
the house is breaking. as are we. the shower doesn’t spurt out water and the light bulbs always go out. the hearts ache and emotions defrost. he broke the glass in this hell. everything is disrupted. i told you that you were an asshole for your deep desiring passion for wanting to kill me and choke me out. and you told me I was stupid. then you asked for my hand in help. but you’re...
currently sweating my balls off
shut the fuck up. you are the biggest asshole I have known. you’re horrible. how could you treat and speak to your daughters like this? I hate you cause you’re full of shit and you don’t help me, ever. you’re never around - emotionally, mentally, & physically. and when you are it’s because you’re intoxicated. and I wish you knew how much I don’t need...
I can't wait to kiss you again.
part of me had always belonged to you.
kind of excited for teen wolf
part of it was the fact that I didn’t like her from the beginning. before I even laid eyes on you, I met her and didn’t like her to begin with. and then you did this and then you did that. maybe I resent her for being in my shoes before I could even put them on. I’m not exactly sure why I’m so bitter about these type of things. I just am. I feel myself turning in my...
no, i don't like you.
I wonder if he knows.
I love holding your hand and drawing infinite circles on your skin with my index finger. I like the way you say my name and kiss me on the forehead. I love it when we laugh about playing Star Wars and calling each other stupid names. I love it when you do that half smile. I love it when you tell me things are going to be okay, and I love it even more when I actually believe you. You make me feel...
we all learn to make mistakes & run from them.
it kind of bothers me when people from school follow me. like idk, I feel like i’m opening up to people that don’t deserve to see this side of me. its one thing when my friends follow me and vice versa. I feel like everyones different. on tumblr we’re all open minded & kind. but then when we’re in person we’re just socially awkward and rude. 0.o
part of me will always belong to him