fuckpoetics:

“The truth is I’m terrified. Fear fills my gut at the thought of new beginnings and loud endings that go out with a bang, spraying loose shards that lodge deep in fragile flesh. I know how it feels to be left behind, to be forgotten in a sea of more interesting conquests. But, I don’t know for sure. Maybe your heart still races when you replay the last argument of our final act. Maybe the bitter, unadulterated burning you feel in the heat of your chest when you picture me is really hurt, but you couldn’t put a name to it, so you called it anger. See, I have a lot of misdiagnosed feelings too. Sometimes I itch and I itch and I itch at the arm I think is screaming out for help, only to find relief when I finally acknowledge my leg. I don’t claim to know how the brain processes hurt, or love, or pain, but it’s scary being held hostage and forced to feel. Emotions drown me like I’m no match for an adequately timed tidal wave and, let me say, sinking is a slow, painful process. It’s just me and my thoughts alone on the ocean floor, and not once do I ever forget it.”

— t.s.

abdul-bj-deactivated20211029:

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hplyrikz:

“The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.”

— Colleen Michele
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bitingdown17:

Sunrise on Ave O by Rene Wiley Giclee

400 Lux by Lorde

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hplyrikz:

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via hplyrikz)

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kushandwizdom:

“Good enough isn’t good enough for me.”

— A‏

hplyrikz:

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

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tinyslutttt:

girls are still shaming other girls for masturbating…. like grow up and buy a fucking vibrator sarah it’s almost 2018

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hplyrikz:

“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”

— Frank Zappa (via hplyrikz)

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