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blackleatherbelt:

Colors of your kissable, fuckable lips

blackleatherbelt:

Colors of your kissable, fuckable lips


I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.


bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

She asked for it. Begged, really. “Please get the gun,” over and over. I finally pulled it out of the drawer and leveled it at her head. When I hesitated, she tried to reassure me.
"I consent to this. I want it. I need it.” Her expression was so very calm as she spoke, as if she were reciting a mantra.
That’s when I lowered the weapon and spat in her placid little face.
"I don’t give a shit about your ‘consent’, and never have," I stepped toward her as I spoke, and wrapped my free hand around her throat. "You think that’s what’s stopping me? You think I would ever allow your fucking opinion to determine what I do?”
I spat on her again, and this time she flinched. Her facade was cracking. I leaned in close, and breathed hotly in her ear.
"And if I ever decide to end you," I hissed, "it won’t be with a bullet. It’ll be with my hands."

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

She asked for it. Begged, really. “Please get the gun,” over and over. I finally pulled it out of the drawer and leveled it at her head. When I hesitated, she tried to reassure me.

"I consent to this. I want it. I need it.” Her expression was so very calm as she spoke, as if she were reciting a mantra.

That’s when I lowered the weapon and spat in her placid little face.

"I don’t give a shit about your ‘consent’, and never have," I stepped toward her as I spoke, and wrapped my free hand around her throat. "You think that’s what’s stopping me? You think I would ever allow your fucking opinion to determine what I do?”

I spat on her again, and this time she flinched. Her facade was cracking. I leaned in close, and breathed hotly in her ear.

"And if I ever decide to end you," I hissed, "it won’t be with a bullet. It’ll be with my hands."


adlunainflammagloria:

30 Days Challenge: Day 27 (a quote)

" Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours." Olaf (Frozen)


pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡

pizzapriince:

following back everyone until i find a tumblr gf♡


off-with-the-faeries:

bluepueblo:

Mystical Forest, Hampstead Heath, England

off-with-the-faeries:

bluepueblo:

Mystical Forest, Hampstead Heath, England


I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.

The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House   (via vocedelmorte)

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