EXPECTATION:
REALITY:
then everyone stares at you like:
(Source: ohsoloveleigh)
Dear Jason Russell,
After being bombarded with your KONY 2012 crusade, I have no choice but to respond to your highly inaccurate, offensive, and harmful propaganda. I realized I had to respond in hopes of stopping you before you cause more violence and deaths to the Acholi people (Northern…
Your absence keeps me awake at night. I toss and turn between the sheets, tangling my hair into messy knots before pounding my fists into the evidently tear-stained pillow. A light flickers in the opposite corner of the room, illuminating dark shadows that lurk on the walls, and I can’t help but…
ashley-the-little-literaturist:
I want to take a bath with you.
Not a shower.
When you look at the one you love with your big, soulful eyes and your big, soulful heart and whisper “Let’s take a shower,” so sweetly in his ear, you might as well be growling “I want to fuck you,” at him. And there’s nothing wrong with that….
(Source: pseud0nymph)
She came too close to compliments and loving words. You have to understand that from being invisible, suddenly having an audience that sent her paper airplaned feedback, it was something that did not gently poke at her, but rather, hit her like they were tipped with metal shards. Sweet words are a…
Your writing is beautiful but your heart is ugly, and I looked down at my dirty hands with dried soil caked beneath my bitten nails and said I know because I didn’t know what else to say, so I kept my ankles crossed and my back straight as the lights went down and acted as if the taste of…
Did I cross his mind? When the night sky blurred with his vision, and straying stars leaped from the revolving mural that is fields of space onto the cold sheets of the bed, did he for once think about how it might be nice to hear my breaths, to know that another human is tucked right beside him?…
