Everyone likes when I write about love, heartbreak, or sex; if i write about anything gruesome or bloody, it is too real for them.
You don't own me!!
And I don’t owe you shit. So for the hundredth time; Stay the fuck out of my decisions. Stay the fuck out of my body. Let me decide for myself what I want. I don’t owe you anything, so stop trying to make me feel guilty and accountable. Let me live without restraint!
My personal post of the week
These meds make me nauseous. They also make me want to fucken eat everything i see. I need to exercise more and eat less, and drink less. This is my weight concern post. I need to lose weight because I don’t feel comfortable in my skin. And this isn’t a stupid “I am so fat” post. Like, I really need to do this for myself in order to be healthy physically and mentally....
Anonymous asked: Why have you been writing about death a lot?
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.– Uma Thurman (via izuba)
We are curious beings, wondering things like: How long does it take before you hit rock bottom? Will it hurt? How high is the jump? If I die, will you tell them, I loved them? And we watched videos all night of people jumping off buildings, in front of trains, off moving cars, and off bridges. We watched in amazement, like we discovered a new sick way to torture our souls with such pleasurable...
i love the way your fingers trickle down my sides as you search for warmth near the corners of my torso. the way you kiss and breathe into my ear and the way it tickles my insides forcing me to bite your lip and the edge of your chin. and you stare at me in amazement like a kid at an amusement park and i shove you lightly against the chair and you hug me with all your might and it ends with...
theluoma: Song of the day- Deceptacon by Le...
it takes 39 days before someone finds you.
for the thirteen year old in Juarez they cut his genitals and tied his hands. his body hung from a metal bar like a freshly skinned cow in a slaughterhouse, ready to be packaged. his yell screeched like a thousand waves washing away everything from the basement he was in, to the vatican. he was made to sit with his country’s flag laid over his legs, as if he was standing this torture in...
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Everyday you make me realize more and more, that I really like you. And I am really scared to do something stupid and ruin whatever it is we have. And I’m drunk and writing this on my blog. I just need someone to know, or at least pretend you know this.
I love angry girl music and rocking out naked in...
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.– F. Scott Fitzgerald
we sit here speaking of this thing that we read somewhere on the paper last monday. this thing has been the best kept secret, the most guarded secret ever confessed to a priest. this secret wraps itself around my tongue, trying to make it’s way out but never really being able to unwrap itself. i am sorry for being so broken. forgive me, for carrying this weight on my shoulders and not being...
5-19-93. it has officially been 19 years since i first stepped on US soil. i was two years old, brought on the back of my mother and father through the desert like many of mi gente. i don’t remember this, any of it because i only remember things from a little before i was five and we lived in a crummy 2 bedroom apartment with four other families. i don’t regret being here. i...
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I have my college graduation tonight
And I am excited to put a good end to things as excited to receive whatever is in store for me with open arms. It’s been a roller coaster filled with a lot of growing up with good and bad times. This chapter has been closed.
you will leave me a note in the mailbox two years too late but you weren’t willing to communicate when it mattered most. and all i got from our relationship in the end was a crummy piece of paper with half ass explanations about why you walked out. it sounded more like a confession, a secret well kept, wrapped with your shame, and stained with your regret. save it for the choir dear. ...
Heterosexists say that gay people “always want to make everyone gay” as though...– Son of Baldwin (via invinciblemonsters)
You are the thunderstorm in mid July. The empty bottle of champagne on a wedding day. You are the crack in the mirror, The shake in my voice. You are everything broken and beautiful on this earth and I love every single thing about you.
the first day of my life by bright eyes
you are my favorite colors in the sky at dusk. i cannot bring myself to tell you this but you, you are my favorite poem ever written. that silent goodnight whisper that let’s me sleep easy. i have trouble watching you leave. you will be ten feet away and i find myself wanting to ask you to stay. stay a little longer. why don’t you? i’ve even started biting my nails...