wiltingrosee:

51.5 days
I had a dream last night. Many familiar faces, but only three mattered. Mine, yours, and that of an emerald colored snake.
Although you were significant, you weren’t my main focus. She was. Five feet, seven inches long. The exact length of my body. A spectacle of sorts for those who noticed her wrapped around me everywhere I went. We loved each other, she and I. A bond that no one dared to come between. No one besides you, that is.
But since I have an unexplainable love for you as well, I tried to make it work. You hated each other though. You would come around and her scales that were only seconds ago, delicately dancing around my skin, would harden into razor blades. You made her hurt me.
You would try to tell me that you care and that you’re so excited to see me, and my beloved companion would begin to constrict around my chest.
The worst was swiftly approaching. Oddly enough, you weren’t even there. Loved ones of mine were showering the emerald beauty and myself with compliments.
“You two are made for each other.”
“I’ve never seen you so happy.”
“A bond like that cannot be broken.”
“Unless of course, ~he~ decides that a woman with a nearly six foot boa is too much. Then who will you choose?” The youngest, yet most honest, of my loved ones asked.
I paused, for too long, and looked her in the eyes, “That’s a decision the universe herself will make. I could never choose.”
Wrong answer. For as soon as the words left my mouth, the unspeakable happened. My emerald love untangled herself from my limbs and slithered to the ground. I tried to catch her, to beg her not to go and as a final act of retaliation she turned to me and sank her teeth into my outstretched hand.
When you returned, I was bare. No snake, but also no light in my eyes, no spark to my words. You barely noticed.
“Oh, did she run away?” You asked.
I did not answer.
You reached for my hand. Of course you would notice the puncture marks, and not the loss of my spirit.
“She did this to you didn’t she? She hurt you. I would never hurt you. I am so glad that she’s gone.”
Your words made me sick.
She was a part of me from the moment I met you and you always resented her. That was when I realized, she was not the problem. You were.
“Goodbye” was the only thing I could say as I lept from your side.
I had made the decision. It had to be her. She meant more to me than anything else in this dark dreary world. So I ran, and I searched.
All of our favorite places. I searched forests, paths, creeks, and even buildings. I could not find her.
What was once an extention of my body, was now a figment of my imagination.

Just as I tried to give up on my search, my loved ones arrived with a large box in hand. Before they could even speak, I fell to the ground.
“If it’s not her, I don’t want it. She’s not just some well behaved snake. She’s my strength, my confidence, she’s everything I want to be. I can’t replace her” I cried.
As those final words escaped my lips, my loved ones fought back tears as they opened the box. Her head rose slowly, less gracefully than usual. I ran to her. She was weak. She needed me as much as I needed her.
As I gently took my weakened spirit from her cardboard tomb I made a silent oath, “I will never lose her again. I will never let another soul stray my heart away from her. I will fight every day to ensure that my favorite part of myself is never jeopardized, or given less than what she deserves.”
As I could feel reality begin to pull me from this dream, I took one final look into her eyes. That’s when I knew this was more than a dream, and you are less than I deserve.

chocolatemilkandhamsandwiches:

Eating spaghetti is a good way to pasta time.

When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.

sapphysruby:

not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable

When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.

Louis C.K.

This has long been one of the most influential quotes I have ever come across. Completely changes my perspective on soooo many situations in my past. 

(via c-isnenegro)

truth

(via lovenotcriminal)

When you want someone, really badly, when you desire every inch of their skin, every line of their shape, when you feel on your tongue the taste of their skin by just looking at it, when you shiver with the sound of their voice, when you would tear their clothes off and just hold their look without touching, when your insides burn in rage with jealousy, of everyone, of everything, and everytime they touch someone else, they speak to someone else, it tastes like boiling blood, when a move or a word, every shine of their minds have you on the verge of ecstasy, so hard you can’t think or breath or move or look away, when you are internally losing your voice moaning their name, and still won’t want to have sex with them because that’s not what you long for, because that would just ruin it all, because that’s not what you are looking for in them, that’s not what’s calling you, because sex won’t quench that thrist at all, then, what kind of monster am I? Then, where is my label?

paqistan:

i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful