i think i know who you are but i can’t be sure. i know it gets better but when more lies hit every week/few weeks everything just comes crashing back.
thank you. ♥
You and your photographs of boats;
that repeated metaphor for departure,
or simply the possibility of a voyage?
What you cannot tell me, you tell me
with a vessel and its single passenger,
eyes fixed on some skylit conclusion.
Set apart and starkly upon a canvas
of tractable waves, brought to still
by the trigger-click of your camera,
like the sound a key makes when it
releases the lock. Your heart became
that lock; these images are how you have
always articulated distance, a withdrawal.
Darling, there are just as many ways
of saying goodbye as there are ways
of letting you go. The boat is narrow
like the width of my heart after
impossible loss, cruel resignation;
this heart you ride in. Love, if this is how
you choose to leave me, let me let you.
"once upon a time, boy meets girl - if not the oldest story, then surely the most popular one."
love hurts. but it’s not love, is it? it’s you. it’s funny how we do so many easily avoidable things that cause so much hurt/quarrels/fights/disappointments/anger.
"sheryl, don’t ever think you won’t find someone better. it’s a dangerous line of thought to follow. because you will. you will find someone better."
"and i mean, you need to consider - is he the kind of man you want to live the rest of your life with? is he the man you want to father your children?"
you’ll never ever change. you’ll never be able to comprehend the hurt inflicted from cheating on me. the destructive damaging images that pervade my thoughts every day. and i wish i could say that’s an exaggeration, but it isn’t. the number of times i go to her profile and compare myself to her obsessively. that even when my ego preserves myself and tells me i’m better than her in a million ways, the niggling voice at the back of my head always says but he prefers her anyway. the nausea that always hits the back of my throat so strongly. the hair-pulling. the staring brokenly into space. the relentless tears. the inability to be truly happy at any given time because any moment now those memories might surface again. how i’m rebounding so hard on someone who’s attached. the anger inside that makes me finally believe i’m capable of murder. crying so hard just one day before finals. the psychotic, schizophrenic episodes you’ve seen me in.
there’s only so far you can push me until i truly break.
finally found one of my favourite-r poems after days of desperately googling whatever I could remember
he forgets what happened the last time I asked him to come over and he said no.
Girls Have 3 Types of Panties
- period panties
- chillen panties
- and im about to get me some dick panties
Emma Watson in the trailer for ‘Noah’
#so let me pre-emptively strike what i know fandom is going to say #about how cersei is such a mean bad lady to poor put-upon tyrion in this scene #let’s just step back and recall where cersei is coming from in this scene #the difference to cersei’s life having her mother in it would have made #cersei who grows up with barely any female presences in her life #who sees her family treat women like disposable objects (tysha) #then her husband and her bannermen (elia) #and infers from those events the worth of a woman in this world #if joanna had lived a few more years#she might have tempered her husband’s negligence towards his children #or seen the bruises on her daughter’s skin #and reminded her she deserved better #the cersei who’s talking here isn’t the adult cersei who’s weathered wars and worse #but the voice of girlhood: the same girl who once drew herself flying beside rhaegar on a dragon #and dreamed of better things #so before you go on about what a big ol’ baddie she is #just THINK #i’m not apologising for her #just pointing out #that this woman who is terrible in her wrath #is never wrathful without cause #ruthless in her cruelty #but never cruel without motive #dismiss her as one-dimensional and you’re missing out on all the richness and complexity of her character goddamn
YOU BLOODY FUCKERS NEED TO STOP TALKING IN HASHTAGS