#forever
love , abuse, over you.
For hundreds of days you controlled my mind. The depression of you leaving me was hard to handle, especially with me not being able to show my emotions. You left me after promising me your last name, that’s just a hurt that takes your breath away. I loved you more than I loved myself, and I often believe that’s where I messed up. But here I am, half a year later ready to say that I am okay, and you no longer control my life. You often cross my mind but my heart doesn’t ache anymore, I loved you more than you’ll ever be loved but you didn’t feel the same, even though you said you did. You were the most beautiful devil that could possibly have entered my life. It’s crazy to say that months ago I would have died for you when you wouldn’t even have given me air if I was in a bottle. I find myself reminiscing about all of the fun memories we have but I’m slowly making better memories with someone else, I know that I’ll find someone that loves me. So I’m okay, and I loved you and now I don’t. I still may always feel broken when I look at you though. I’m not the same person that I was when I was sleeping in the same bed as you.
If I ever start missing you for some crazy reason I just remember the bruises you left upon my skin. You don’t deserve any love from a heart that you destroyed.
it’s in the everydayness. the messy morning bed, the smells and sounds of coffee making, the creaks in the floorboards and doors. the sleepy goodmornings, the kisses goodbye, the waiting and waiting and waiting for days end when we walk back into our together everydayness again.
and then there are these special days, summery and seemingly unending. filled with swims in the ocean and walks in the…
my forever
i stripped myself
down to my bones
and all you could think about
was infecting the marrow
i tried bleeding you out
but my body remembers
you keep coming back
to stain my forever
i just want to see jensen fucked from behind hard and fast until his mouth is hanging open and his eyes are shut
and he can’t even form a single coherent thought much less hold back the little noises getting punched out of him by someone’s cock
The sadness will last forever.
**Edited and added, since now I can say it without crying.*
My Dad committed suicide on January 13, 2013. He suffered from depression for 10 years, and I was lucky to have him around as long as I did. In his honor I got the last thing he wrote to me on my bicep in his handwriting in blue ink, his favorite color. I’ll miss him forever, and now I’ll have a reminder that he loves me every time I look in the mirror.
I just saw this in the tattoo tag but arrrghehfdhsuih I just wanna hug you, this is such a special tattoo.
This made me so sad
Post link
/Rb yapmayı ve like atmayı unutmayın/
There will be special links if you rb and like
/Bolca ifşaların bulunduğu birbirinden güzel linkler siz rb ledikçe ve beğendikçe gelecek/
I come back to the blog and there will be more gifs photos and videos. And ı will open to all businesses
/Sayfaya geri geldim ve bundan sonra bolca gifler fotoğrafar ve birbirinden güzel ifaşalar olacak. Bütün işlere açığım./
Artık türkçe destekli bir sayfa olacak ve tabiki bolca türk ifşası olacak ;)
To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.
-urbanrealism
“I wish there were a better word to describe the feeling than just "Love”.
It doesn’t quite measure up to the exorbitant and unshakable way I feel about you.
So for now, I’ve decided I’ll just say,
Imore than Love You…
At least until I find that word I’m looking for.“
–Ella Moon
