All the time*(via lexybidwell717)
My demons look like you sometimes.
The first time that I saw you,
I never thought that it would be
the last time that I saw you -
because it wasn’t.
Because every time I looked at you,
my eyes stuttered over your body,
like a tongue trying to find a grasp
on a word, like a flickering light
trying to shine bright again.
The last time that I saw you,
I didn’t know that it was going
to be the last time that I saw you-
because it wasn’t.
Because every time I looked at you
was branded white-hot on the backs
of my eyelids, like the cursive
writing engraved on the bracelet
I bought you for your birthday
that you never wore, like the
careful red print typed into my
thigh that I can’t write over
no matter how hard
if u askin about my bra size u better be planning on takin ur ass down to Victoria’s Secret to buy me some nice bras
I say that I “hate people” but really I’m just too lazy to say “My social anxiety makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward around other people therefore I find it difficult to socialize with them.”
I say that I “hate life”, but really, I’m just too lazy to say “The challenges that I am currently facing, combined with my fears about the future are bringing me down, therefore I find it difficult to motivate myself.”
bad people shouldnt be allowed to have clear skin or good hair or nice jaw lines or green eyes
this scared me and made me cry and i am almost embarrassed to post this but quite honestly i would rather fight for this rather than anything else.
men and womens value, and the indescribable importance of intimacy
'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'
'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’
You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
yeah i play an instrument [lifts up shirt and smacks stomach]
If a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what. So trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.