I used to not moan peoples names during sex;
That is until you and I fucked,
I screamed your name because it felt like heaven,
so much that I couldn’t remember the difference between you and god.

Mnb // how is it a sin when you make it feel so good? (via fall-like-art)
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Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. “You are beautiful,” we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at a reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful,” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. “You’re beautiful.” Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a fucking masterpiece.

Unknown  (via spinals)
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  • AnonymousYou know how in winter it gets so cold and you think you will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot you think you will never be cold again? I think that is how it is with your feelings, like when you are sad you think you will never be happy and when you are happy you think you will never be sad. But you will be hot again and you will be cold again and you will be sad again, but most of all you will be happy again.
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    Wow. That is actually so clever! Well I hope everyone becomes happy again xx

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When I’m without you, I feel like I’m missing something, an arm or a leg; It’s not exactly fatal, but you never quite get used to it being gone.

short poetry (via thefoolandthesinner)
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Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.

(via coconutcaves)
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Take your time getting dressed this morning; read a book, make yourself some breakfast. The world can wait.

The art of recovery.   (via weremadetoopretty)
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The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.

There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.

we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.

Amanda Helm, Don’t Call me Citrus (via amandaspoetry)
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I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.

HE. (via stayygone)
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You map out my freckles as constellations, and all I can think is “please don’t make somebody else your sky”.

HE. (via stayygone)
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I love you, even when there are oceans between us, I hope you can feel that.

HE. (via stayygone)
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Do you remember when we fell in love between your sheets and 4am?

I can’t remember anything else.

HE. (via stayygone)
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It wasn’t this romanticised bullshit portion of my life, it was raw and it hurt.

It was not speaking for four days and then eventually your voice on the other end of the phone choking me of every valid reason I couldn’t do this anymore, it was stomach acid rising up into my throat every time I heard your name on someone else’s tongue.

It was your smell clinging to my clothes that cut straight to the bone.

I ached in places I didn’t even know existed, and if I wasn’t thinking about you I was thinking about the space on my bed where you used to be.

I can’t romanticise it, because it wasn’t beautiful. It was ugly, it was a dull ache when I couldn’t sleep. It was light years from here, I know, but I loved you.

HE. (via stayygone)
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