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zodiacsociety:

Submission.

zodiacsociety:

Submission.

I met him unexpectedly but he’s the best thing that could have happened. I love his 2 kids and he love my son. I really hope that we can make this last…

I met him unexpectedly but he’s the best thing that could have happened. I love his 2 kids and he love my son. I really hope that we can make this last…

she is me three years ago

shermeanuhh:

searching the hands of men for validation
as though the acceptance she always wanted
sank in quicksand on their palms.
scouring deserts of bed sheets for company
she’s still left feeling deserted
this isn’t her.
just as it wasn’t me.
she’s a mirage
she’s fading footsteps
following men she hopes are heroes

she is stuck until she becomes her own savior.

she is me three years ago

shermeanuhh:

searching the hands of men for validation
as though the acceptance she always wanted
sank in quicksand on their palms.
scouring deserts of bed sheets for company
she’s still left feeling deserted
this isn’t her.
just as it wasn’t me.
she’s a mirage
she’s fading footsteps
following men she hopes are heroes

she is stuck until she becomes her own savior.

coketalk:

Those of you who still blindly use Facebook and Foursquare, please read this article and act accordingly.


Wow! I’m posting this on Facebook

coketalk:

Those of you who still blindly use Facebook and Foursquare, please read this article and act accordingly.

Wow! I’m posting this on Facebook

One day..

hannahhsydneyy:

One day, you’re going to miss the little text messages I send you.
You’re going to miss how I used to worry about you when you’re out too late. You’re going to miss my annoyingness. One day, when I’m gone, you’re going to miss how you had someone that actually wanted you. And when I’m not there anymore, you’re going to miss me.

One day..

hannahhsydneyy:

One day, you’re going to miss the little text messages I send you.
You’re going to miss how I used to worry about you when you’re out too late. You’re going to miss my annoyingness. One day, when I’m gone, you’re going to miss how you had someone that actually wanted you. And when I’m not there anymore, you’re going to miss me.

farrel-valorous:

I want to write on your back

With a quill ink pen

I want to tell your body stories

Letting my life sink into your skin

From your shoulder blades to your breasts

The pain of my veins lingers in your beats

My strokes are so gentle

You shiver with every touch

A chill down your spine