there only exist five tumblr pages of me & you dating. that’s how i know you overly inhibited & distracted me.
i think that i’ll never forgive you. or at least i don’t want to. i want you to want my forgiveness but i never want to give you what you want. i want you to suffer. i want you to feel the emptiness i feel. i want you to cry. i want the girl to taste me on your lips. i want her to feel where my toes curled along your calf. i want you to compare every lips your lips find to mine. i want you to hate yourself until you can have me back.
is that selfish or is it my desire to inflict pain upon another. my want to manipulate. my desire to control. my hatred and love for you entangling and confusing identities and blending until they resemble, until they are each other.
tell me you love me so i can spit in your face, smirk, and walk away with dead eyes.
let me destroy your features, your nose, your lips, your eyelashes and earlobes. i want your happiest moments, i want your most terrified heartache. i want to leave you empty. no joy, no pain. i want you to feel numb. i want you to go through life and see people with numb eyes. i want to rid you of you because i can’t have you.
my poetry consists of him and you & i want him to be you.
the image that will always haunt me is this. the night it ended, i laid in my bed, begging you to stay, you kissed my forehead and all i saw was your shadow through the curtain across my bed fading into the darkness. the door slammed shut. i called you and you told me you could no longer love me until i fell asleep.
Solange - Looks Good With Trouble (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
is not your choice;
is not my voice.
Sometimes I think to myself, “do I really want to buy another chocolate bar?”
And then I remember that there is a super volcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue and when it erupts it could potentially cover most if north America in ash and create a volcanic winter that kills half the worlds population
And I’m like, fuck yeah I want that chocolate bar
This person has the most real values to date
finally deleted all our pictures from my phone, your contact, each call we’ve had, our text thread, and unfriended you/blocked her.
i need to be able to be alone without lonely. it’s time for me to be selfish.
Backstage at Chanel Haute Couture S/S 2014 by Anne Combaz