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Dope

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not to be too millennial but

no money

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Hello darkness, my old friend… (via ZamarripaHelen)

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So many years of education yet no one taught us how to love ourselves and why it’s so important.

Alyssa. (via be-happy-and-enjoy-the-life)

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The Letter I Want My Future Husband To Write Me

10I am going to fuck you while you are fragile.

You will break underneath my fingertips,

Melt like butter on a Southern biscuit,

I will own you like property.

Like that property we pillow talk about,

With the wrap around porch and the barn door front door

The one where you say our six kids will run around in the Summer,

But I only agree to four.  

I will command you onto your knees

Make you beg me to come, oh Daddy please

Until you’re right there at the edge and I’ll stop

The way I will stop at the florist on the way home from the grocery

To buy you those peonies you love,

Just because it's Wednesday.

I will wrap my hand around your neck

Squeeze just hard enough for you to feel it,

To be begging for the one thing you need to survive, me,

Make each increasing beat pulse beneath my fingertips,

Until your eyes glow.

Glow the way you do when you talk about Jesus.

About how he saved you and me, and how much you believe it.

I will make you squirm in the worst ways

Your wrists clawing at the mattress

waiting to be released from the natural fibers of rope

Hoping you’ll soon learn lesson

You'll cry and there will be tears

And we will wash it all down with

“I love you” and wine looking out at the Spanish moss hang

And the vines tangle.

I am going to spank you when you don’t listen,

When you refuse to make me happy, in the bedroom or the kitchen,

When you are being just not good enough,

You’ll know.

Just like you’ll know that every beat of my heart is for you

The way I’ll take off my shoes when I come in

Because you’ve just vacuumed,

And you like the lines on the carpet.

I'm going to fuck you while you are fragile.

You will bend and mold underneath my fingertips,

Break like the waves, follow like the tide, and

You will be my property.

All inside that little house,

The one where the porch wraps around

And the five kids run around in the summer,

Even though now I want six.

And fresh will the buttered Southern biscuits come out,

Next to the counter with the peonies.

Just because it's Wednesday.

And I’ll wrap myself in your arms after too many glasses of wine,

And Jesus will want to turn it back to water,

For I, my love, cannot control myself around you.

Because I’ll own you,

And in that very thought, you’ll own me,

Too.

J. Okanovic, September 26, 2017

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Is there a way to make it less painful?

I just wish he remembers that I exist you know? I still don’t get why he disappeared like that but it hurts like crazy

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Look where I live!

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3 DIYs for Your Dorm Room! | Easy & Affordable! | Jazzy Okanovic

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