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cereal, but with stale milk
...its me developing romantic and possibly sexual attraction towards a male specimen. Excited i still have the ability to feel, concerned about the fact that the specimen is a fictional character that probably wouldnt notice me, also its a she.
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I love those hot summer nights. It's always divine feeling a warm breeze blowing through your hair while you hunt for males to devour.
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Wanna know what else is a huge turn on?
Silence. That nice stuff you get between midnight and 3am, yeah it's damn sexy.
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Welcoming social media back, I had retreated into my own bubble of yearning and self-deception...but I'm home now, where all the insecurities come to live it up and DIE.
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All Females are Iron Man.
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Until, I woke up.
You wouldn’t believe me if I said I traveled into a different dimension when I fell asleep, funny thing was I knew the place yet at the same time nothing was familiar. This beautiful place, I can’t describe it because I wouldn’t know what to say, I’ve never been there but I felt myself arriving as I fell into peaceful slumber… I was inside myself, my mind to be specific, and everything was so…
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Imagine dying then realising you're immortal, you just spawn back into yourself but live each time from the perspective of each of your multiple personalities, alter egos and imaginary friends. Wild huh.
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Muisneste✿
||Gift me a ladder, for my birthday please Gift it to me only, I’ll be so relieved And I will climb up to the top Where my wondering mind lays among the clouds Don’t promise me stars don’t give me the moon It’ll break my heart, from daylight to noon It’s feels like, you returning a part of me That I Gifted to you Darling keep, falling From the sky Right into my soul Darling keep,…
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Lachesism
I would like to walk into a quiet room with calm beige-brown walls, surrounded by a small circle of strangers I’ve never met. I’d greet them using the famous lines at every rehabilitation centres therapy group, “hi my name is Rue and I’m an addict”. I would narrate my life story and my struggle, how difficult it was to get by. Then just before I leave I mention how I do it all on purpose. You’re…
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how does "tattoos on women" sound to u?
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You've taken the love out of love making .
Who are you? So vile so heartbreaking.
Worse than the intention behind that simple, "hey may I buy you a drink".
Yeah I know, it only sounds better when I reply without having to think.
No, I don't want your money but I'll forgive you for thinking I'm a gold digger if you turn a blind eye to what's between my legs Mr.
Mr "I'm sorry", Mr "I'll never do it again"...oh Mr "if you leave me I'll kill you then kill myself"
Pardon me, not to be insensitive but that wouldn't make a difference, I see a dead man walking, killing me everyday just to feel alive.
I've got no life to give, nothing but age and rage..diary of a mad black..
Women? No you've objectified those, stepped on their toes and labelled them emotional.
Funny enough you're human too, toss that masculinity into every little detail..die if you fail to meet the expectations of your 'boys'.
Don't go being a fagot now, don't cry like a girl now, TURN OF YOUR HUMANITY NOW.
One in the same thing really, if it brings me fame there's no shame. Spoken like a living, breathing insecurity.
I don't need constant validation...I've already consulted my multiple personalities and our overthinking has lead us to your rejection.
Why? Oh simple, because we're different. But not different different just you know imperfect.
I'm still into eating food because I enjoy it, dressing to feel comfortable and nice according to my own opinion...oh wait and having my own opinion too.
Not forgetting how it's okay not to be part of any other sexual category besides straight. I have nobody to change for.
My youth, ah yes the golden age, exploring not exploiting another typo this matrix has made in our generations configuration.
So many ways to ruin a life. One post, one comment, it's truely in the palm of our hands now huh...said the smartphone.
But anyway moving on from all the very obvious, very real and very overlooked and misunderstood problems of this society... What's for dinner?
Because suddenly he can't cook, he's a man. And she...well she just can't cook so that means she's not a true woman. Not wife material at all.
What's wife material? Oh that's a female that's in a relationship with a man who will later wed her and wrap her around his ideal idea of a maid- I mean wife...
"I don't beat my kids", those beautiful angels so disrespectful, entitled and rich in "lack of discipline".
If I could get my hands on one of those...
Anyway moving on...is there any dessert?
You're stuffed, sleep it off.
||Rue•Academia.
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Sa sérénité tout en demeurant dans mes ténèbres, est la réponse. À cela et à toutes les questions non posées.
“Her darkness is a question.”
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*me after reading any vintage style romantic tragedy*
"damn so nobody wants to confess their undying love for me?...wow so nobody wants to kill me for not knowing that they love me?! Wtf"
*gets mad at entire family for a week because of it*
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Sometimes I imagine how my life would be if my house burnt down. It's a satisfying feeling, ironically.
Tragic huh.
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Holy crap. It's June.
I can't even find the missing sock in my bed.
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I'm nonchalant not toxic. I care but why should I expose that side of me when you keep moving like you don't give a fvck.
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Something small can change something big. We've all choked on nothing before.💌 (at 911, What's Your Emergency?) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPnM3nUs2IC/?utm_medium=tumblr
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