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"I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing."


i’m really good at arguing until i start crying


My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

-Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
"Do you think about me the way I think about you
When it’s 3am and I can’t sleep
because all I can think about
is the way you kissed me that afternoon
With soft lips and hands pressed firmly on my waist
When it’s early morning
and I’m making coffee,
and I think about the first time
you stayed over all night and
how much caffeine we drank just to stay awake
and talk about our futures, we seemed unstoppable.
And I use to hope that our dreams would collide,
I was so naive to believe such different paths
could ever cross again
Do you think about me when you pass the park
where you first said I love you,
because I know I do.
Some days I visit to see if it’s changed
the same way that me and you did.
It hasn’t.
I feel like crying all the time
because everything I do reminds me of you,
and my chest aches and my stomach feels weak.
And here I am screaming to the sky,
wishing to become one with the wind
because I don’t think I can deal
with the memory of you any longer"
-For-longed memories: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)


one time when I was 13 I wrote wtf on a Facebook status and my dad had a talk with me about being appropriate on the Internet






my name backwards spells “disappointment and skin problems”

nice to meet you, Smelborp Niks Dna Tnemtnioppasid

You really shouldn’t put your full name on the internet, it’s not safe.

I’m done

Smelborp for president


girls, who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point, should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise