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Shout out to those who helped heal a heart they didn’t break 🩶
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mellpoint · 2 days
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Brown eyes, and a smile that kills.
I get lost in his eyes, like starring at a cup of coffee waiting to be consumed.
Getting lost in them like walking through deep woods in the middle of fall.
Cold sending shivers down my spine while my face burns hot red.
I get lost in his eyes because they remind me of all the things in nature I find beautiful but take for granted.
And as I move my eyes down to his lips, I see them curve softly into a smile.
And as if shooting his last shot, plump lips part slightly to show straight white teeth.
A smile that has consumed my every breath and taken over my mind.
Am I still alive? Did he really kill me? Just a smile and eyes, it's all it took for me to meet my demise.
No words spoken. No other moves or sounds.
And that is when I knew, I belonged to him.
I was long gone, lost in his borwn eyes and smile that kills.
M-
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prettypierbi · 2 months
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Just a trans girl looking to be played with ☺️
-rt if you'd play w me -
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taintedmind666 · 6 months
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nighttime-thoughts · 4 days
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Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
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whatev-i-guess · 1 month
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Soap: What if we grow old together?
Ghost: I don't think we will live this long, Johnny.
Soap chuckling: Come on, don't be a downer. We can still dream, right?
Ghost staring at Johnny's urn: There is nothing left to dream about... All I have are nightmares.
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stallionromance2 · 2 months
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Lie on the bed and I will spread your thighs apart and start licking and sipping the nectar from your vagina until your fluid comes out.
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talesinink · 8 months
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I've accepted the fact that I'm not gonna heal from this cycle of darkness.
— evie b.d.
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astriferias · 2 years
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not to be aggressively emo™ but im v in my feelings about the fact that gerard way is 45 and mikey way is 41 and ray toro is 44 and frank iero is 40,,, like the kings of “live fast die young” are just out here getting older doing what they love growing as people and as a band and it’s just so comforting to me? i can’t believe it’s 2022 and we’re getting a new album i can’t believe it’s 2022 and im in my 30s and mcr is about to save my life again
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If I’m too much, go find less tf
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mellpoint · 2 days
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Living Moments: 3-Addict
Yes I'm an addict. I'm slightly ashamed. But can you blame me? After all, aren't we all addicted to something?
You see, I'm not an addict in the traditional way. Not in any form of typical at least. I don't crave drugs or their way of making the world seem hazy. I don't drink to forget the struggles of every day. I'm not sex driven and need constant pleasures. Yet... I do admit. I am an addict.
Right... Sounds funny doesn't it? But let me explain, you see...
I'm addicted to the silence in the early hours of the morning. The time before birds wake up and cars are heard in the distance.
I'm addicted to the way the sun softly creeps through the cracks of my window shades and kisses me good morning.
I'm addicted to the smile on his face and the way his laugh can brighten up any room.
I'm adddicted to the quiet company of someone next to me, yet never once interacting with me.
I am addicted to the way his hugs make me feel safe and at home.
Yeah... I know. I'm making a bigger deal than what it seems, but just as addicted to all these good things, I'm also addicted to some bad ones.
You see,
I'm addicted to the way I can live in pure happines within the stockade of my mind. Because where else can I live a perfect little li(f)e?
Addicted to the way I love to get hurt and hurt myself. Because having high expectations is highly overrated.
I'm so freaking addicted to crying myself to sleep until I feel nothing but numbness.
I am addicted to letting myself down before others do.
Fuck... I am addicted to the euphoria I get when I put myself so low, you would think I'm 6 feet under.
I'm so blissfully addicted to making sure everyone and everything comes before me, even if it is at my own expense.
ha... how sad...
Yeah... I'm an addict. But I simply cannot find a way to fight against it. And when I try, addiction always wins.
Yeah... They always win..
-M
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I feel like I'm putting a spotlight on myself for this, but I cant lie to myself anymore. I wouldn't say I'm proud, because who would be after admiting they're an addict?
But... I'm not as ashamed anymore, I guess.
And like I said, we are all addicted to something.
Question is...
To you fight it, or let it win?
-M
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prettypierbi · 1 month
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I love 🖤
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dumblr · 2 years
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I met a lot of people but nobody feels like you.
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noname-404s-blog · 7 months
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lilbeanz-wibblywobbly · 6 months
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Date Night
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