releasingthehounds

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I need sex.

I need contact. Kissing. Imagination on overload. Hands everywhere. Smelling. Tasting. I need someone. Intimacy. Conversation. Physicality. I am dying, alone.

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Another of me in the tub because I am a literal siren💦

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I had a great week away and I love selfies so much. It's a problem.

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But what the fuck did you expect? What the fuck could you have done to make the outcome any different? No one tells you that there’ll be a guy who loves to tell you forever when he’s drunk and kisses you when he knows he won’t remember the taste of your mouth because she’s got cherry lipstick and you could’ve sworn he said he loves strawberries so you don’t believe it And everything becomes before and after when everything falls apart Because it was just a blade before you put it to your wrist And love was just a word before he said it to you and your heart clawed itself out to fit in his palm And forever was just a fucking concept before he promised it to you and all you could do was believe it A few years later people will ask you if you’ve ever been in love and they’ll ask you if you think you’ll ever find the one you’ll be left saying well I already found him he just didn’t feel the same and you’ll still feel that physical ache but you’ll act like the crater he’s left in your heart isn’t there and the pain hasn’t stopped you just pretend it isn’t there Because it had to be real and how the fuck could it not have been when the only reaction to seeing him kiss that other girl was to run for the bathroom and throw up for what felt like days but was only a few hours just fuck Jesus Christ it hurts because you still feel the burn in your throat even now That’s not just a fucking feeling that’s a synapse to nerve-ending biological ache

When you try convince yourself it wasn’t real  (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

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I'll be okay, is that what you want me to say?

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Take me away from here.

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tattoos -

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I’m a raging romantic with a perpetual desire and fear for love and devotion. I store emotions at the top of my fingertips hoping they’ll leave a mark on someone’s cheeks.

your-manic-univers(via wnq-writers)

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Nights like these.

Nights like these I miss you the most; when the air is cold and loneliness closes in around me. How I miss the gentle brush of your hand on my cheek, the texture of your lips against my own, the sound of your breath against my hair. I crave another night within your embrace, another opportunity to talk away the darkness with witty retorts and lighthearted taunts - gentle caressing whispers and tender confessions, caught up within one another so tightly, so beautifully.

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THIS IS NOT OKAY.

I AM NOT OKAY

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It’s much better to stock these kinds of things so people’s shopping baskets aren’t empty.