sexcake:

two fingers down my throat, i tried to flush this emptiness out of me // decaying, dirty body, the toilet bowl is holier than me // god, where are you? i get down on two knees, lean over the bowl, god, if you’re listening i am emptying myself from his touch, this isn’t the type of praying they taught in church // mother, are you proud of me? do you love me now? my church is the bathroom & i let the holy water burn my skin, mother, am i pure yet? // father, the poisons running through my veins, empty bottles around me, passed out on the bathroom floor & i bet you’re feeling nostalgic now. father, i took too many this time, blood stained toilet bowl, two fingers down my throats as purification, why is this the only time ive felt alive? // god, if you’re listening, just send me a sign.

(via unspokengrief)

naturaekos:

““I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.””

— Marilyn Monroe

(Source: naturaekos, via naturaekos)

tellherium:

“The first time we were naked I was the only one truly bare. You shield yourself so well that even without clothes no one can get close. Writhing on white sheets means nothing to you because you wear your own - you are a purposeful ghost made from your mother’s linen, seeing through misshapen eye holes cut like a last minute Halloween costume. The next time we were naked, I stripped you down twice. Thought I was clever, removing your bed sheet armor. But when the light hit your face and both your sheets were on the floor, I didn’t see the face of a man, but a childish boy. You have never been the hero you let me believe in, your fairy tale stories have never been more than fables. The costume you wear isn’t thin because you wanted me to see past it, but because you have nothing of substance to offer the world. Boy, you may grow, but you will never be the man I thought you were.”

— Mt // anon prompt

catharticpoetry:

he wears my baseball cap
backwards,
winks at me across the room,
straight white teeth flexing,
he needs a six pack
and three shots to feel anything
at all.
but he’s feeling good sipping lemons,
and that wink, he winks
to see clearly when the vodka
has his vision set to picasso.

we’re not in love
but in another dimension we could be,
we sing in perfect harmonies
only our volume’s set full blast
when we party.
we hurt in similar ways,
a constant drip from the tap
until we plaster the leak
with enough tape,
it’s no wonder we find ourselves
strewn on couches
limbs messy at 2am.

when we breach into morning black,
the party falls from his jaw
and we find ourselves talking
in mixed metaphor about the ways
humans create and destroy
and voyage into space
as if we matter at all,
if we matter at all,
a pushpin in the galaxy.
if time were real we would exist
here, now,
content in our insignificance.

–n.b.s.

oscarsins:

“There’s sand in our hairs and our pockets and the sad songs are all good ones and he warms his hands over wild flowers and my heart is clenched between my teeth and the sky forgets it’s colors as soon as the sun sets. Maybe the fault is mine, but honey, home is still miles away; up in the clouds, down in the sewers, it’s all the same to me. I don’t want to be loved. Not in the way people kiss passionately, not in the way love is desire and desire is love and love desires. Touch me softly, be kind, don’t forget. Keep your hands in my pockets, collect rocks from the seaside, I am so very fond of you. I wanted to write about the world, how it doesn’t make sense to me how I wanted to be better. Instead, it’s turning into a love song my heart sings all day for you. Be soft, be kind, you are very much loved. I would shake up my world views for you, I would stop thinking about life for you, it’s a love song. It’s a love song. It’s a love song.”

— oscarsins

sempiternal-poet:

“She’s so beautiful. When I see her, my mind spins in circles and I can’t help but to take all of her in. I love it when she speaks about her passion, you could see it swirl in her eyes and it’s so much to process. She’s a wonderful person. Her potential is the greatest thing to see especially when I can see her growing into who she is supposed to be.

I will write and write about her, because my love is infinite and so are my words. I am not very good at expressing my emotions, but when it comes to her, I never seem to run out of things to say. I love seeing her happy. When she smiles, there are no words to explain how beautiful she is. I admire the glow that comes off of her when we’re together. I can’t believe we found each other. Experiences with her is something I am always looking forward to.

I don’t know what I did to deserve her or how I got so lucky to have her. But I’m so happy she’s mine. I’m happy I got the privilege to show her everything I am made of and love her with every single part of my heart and soul. She deserves all the happiness in the world and I always want to be the one who makes her so happily in love. Ever since we met, I knew she was the one for me. I knew that I was bound to her from the start. And here we are, loving each other for the very first time.”

— S.V

sempiternal-poet:

“I have memorized her smile. When I miss her, it flashes behind my eyelids, reminding me just how sweet it is. Her voice echoes in my head. The conversations that took place, the tone of her laughter, everything. Memories of the night before replay, and I stay there for awhile, capturing the blue of her eyes, the feel of her skin. She’s everything I have ever wanted in this lifetime. And I will search endlessly in the next to find her. Without her, I am nothing.

She’s the one I want to grow with. To experience everything with. I belong to her entirely. Nothing could ever change my mind about her. I’ve never been so sure about any other person before. She’s all I got. The one I need. Life by her side is truly an adventure and I wouldn’t mind going to every corner of the earth with her. She could go anywhere and I would follow if it means I get to be with her.

I look back to when we first met and honestly stunned that we are here right now. That we love each other and would do anything for one another. I never thought this would’ve been possible. But I’m so happy that it is. I have never loved anything or anyone this much. Without her, I feel incomplete. And when she found me, I discovered a love that brought me back to life. That made me believe in love again. She’s the love of my life. We’re a love story that isn’t finished yet, we still have more to come.”

— S.V

purplebuddhaquotes:

“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

— Lisa Unger