This is honestly so pathetic. I CAN’T take anymore of this shit.

I’m tired of being a fucking joke & toy to everyone. I’m sick of getting played.

(Source: warrior-smile-books)




Whenever I pass police I’m the street I always have a micro panic attack as I quickly try to remember if I’m doing anything illegal.

How often could you possibly be doing something illegal?


It’s all messed up:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.

William Leal.    (via retratou)

"How does he taste?

He tastes like me. Every girl can taste it but she’ll deny it to herself.

Every inch of his mouth and lips is covered with my taste. Because he’s rightfully mine. He’s wrongfully mine. He’s mine no matter how many times you want to try and argue against it. He can taste me as well. He’ll kiss as many girl. He’ll fuck them. But when he’s lying with her, he won’t be thinking of her. It’ll be me he’s fucking in his mind. Me his thinking about.

It’s me and him. Him and I. Us. No matter how much we fuck up and how much we hate on each other. It’s our world. It’s our love. It’s our hell that we’ve turned into our paradise.
My skin will forever linger on his skin. “

I miss you.  (via preciously-divine)