imperfectionista

At the end of the day,
I can’t bear to watch you
stare at others
with want and desire
then have you look at me and say,
“but it’s you I love.”

At the end of the day,
I can’t kiss those lips
that you lick every time
someone more attractive
than I am passes by,
then have you kiss me and say,
“but it’s you I love.”

At the end of the day,
I can’t touch the skin
that burns with the longing
for someone else,
then have you hold me and say,
“but it’s you I love.”

At the end of the day,
I’m tired of feeling
inadequate, like I’m just
someone you’re settling for.
I know I’m not
the best of the bunch
but God damn it,
I want you to make me
feel perfect for you,
like your eyes
are locked on me,
like your lips
can only taste mine,
and like your skin
can only bloom with my touch,
like no one else exists
in your world
but me.

It’s selfish,
but it’s only fair,
because you’re the only one
who matters to me,
and I’m tired of trying
to make you jealous
because you do it so
effortlessly.

At the end of the day (by Jai R.)
loveisfab:

Honestly🌸💖

loveisfab:

Honestly🌸💖

therescueattempt:

“Human relationships are a chemical reaction. If you have a reaction - then you can never return back to your previous state of being.”

Kaneki Ken

therescueattempt:

“Human relationships are a chemical reaction. If you have a reaction - then you can never return back to your previous state of being.”

Kaneki Ken

You’ll meet a nice girl and take her on a date. She’ll be beautiful and you’ll make her feel that way. Being the amazing person that you are, you’ll win her heart. You’ll open doors for her and hold her hand. You’ll fall in love. She’ll be everything you ever dreamed of. I’ll be sad and I’ll feel envy, but I don’t care as long as you’re happy.
(via kbombs)
Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
Unknown (via noirdunuit)

soulssatisfied:

editoress:

"SIT LIKE A LADY"

NO

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I FEEL THIS SO HARD