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18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

Vita Sackville-West // Unknown

Fuck 'freak'.

Is somebody willing to match my whimsy?

If I ask you "where are you now?" and you don't reply with "Atlantis" sorry you're going to my blocklist.

Big day for the white girls horrific day for the ghost people and weebs

"My life is miserable, nothing is happening as it shou-"

"OH MY GOD PAWS AWWWWWH 😭😭💕💕💕💕"

Oh, you think you're safe now?

Nothing can deliver you from these paws!

I post here either when I'm suicidal as hell and very self destructive OR when I feel like yapping a lot. Nobody shall know what we feeling rn baby💅

At the end of the day, it's not the boy that made you write poems either with tears in your eyes, or blood on your wrists or both.

It's the one that made you love the idea of living like a kid in this crucial world, where death seemed the perfect way to escape the reality to everyone but you, as his love brought you nothing but peace.

Does your heart sink a little like mine does whenever I see those same sparkle of your eyes in your recent group pictures which I first saw when I held your hand and called you mine for the first time, or were your "I love you"s just a lie like the saying "boys don't cry"?

my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

I hate it when my brain gets VERY creatively active at the most weirdest of time cuz now I have to write a poem while I js got of the shower all butt-naked or else I'll forget it cuz I have short term memory.

"Our favourite colour was Red."

Red,

were the lights they put up in their room,

and the carnations they had just bloomed,

while I cried myself to sleep on my bed.

Red,

was the spilled glass of wine on my dress,

as I stared in amazement and somewhat in distress,

how pretty it looked against my scars that slowly bled.

Red,

was all I could see as anger in me grew,

for the future with him I once drew,

had burned down before me as I watched my cupid lie dead.

Y'all ever wanna distance yourself from your favourite people as soon as you feel like they are gonna hurt you when they actually wouldn't but you wouldn't take the risk to get hurt by them?

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

do not text me unless this is ur intention

Hey (with the intention of wearing your initial on a chain 'round my neck not because you own me but cause you really know me)

Always a victim of silent treatment never princess treatment.

Meet me, I'm half a daughter, half an apology.

You wouldn't feel like eating when a feeling eats you from inside.

Psychological need

Fatherhood.

This tweet is so Soap and Ghost coded- I'll cry I miss them sm

I'on need someone like Ghost, I NEED GHOST.

simon ‘ghost’ riley is a light sleeper. he’s so well trained to be on high alert that even when he’s not on duty he wakes at the smallest sound.

sometimes you’ll get up in the middle of the night and he immediately sits up. “you alright?” he slurs.

you make a small sound of discomfort or wiggle a little too much and his head is turning on the pillow, his eyes on you. and he always asks if you’re okay. you’ve told him he’s being silly and sometimes you just have to get up to go to the bathroom, but you gave up on telling him that—he’s adamant on checking on you.

and anytime he wakes up, no matter where the disturbance comes from, he’s looking over to your side of the bed to make sure you’re okay first.

and if you ever do need him in the middle of the night, all you have to do is whisper his name. he opens his eyes almost immediately and instinctively tightens his arm around you. “everythin’ alright?”

and one time you couldn’t sleep. your face was buried in his chest as he clung to you, the soft rumble of his snores letting you know he was knocked out. you didn’t want to wake him, but you were crying. you barely even moved as you teared up into his chest. suddenly, his hands squeezed you tighter. “whats’a matter?” he coos softly.

you tilt your head up to him teary eyed. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

he clicks his tongue. “tell me what’s wrong, baby.” his hand gently caressing your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

and he’s so protective. if you roll over and out of his hands he’s quick to pull you back into his grip. he likes having his hands on you while he’s sleeping. it makes him feel more secure knowing you’re okay.

when you fall asleep together on the sofa, your body pressed to his, his arms are wrapped around your waist, clutching you closely against him. it doesn’t even matter if he’s too warm, he wants you touching him at all times whenever he’s asleep.

it’s gotten to the point where he can barely sleep when he’s not with you. without you safely in his arms, without being able to physically feel you under his fingertips, it continuously wakes him up. he’s lucky to get two hours in a row without waking.

post that inspired this | my cod masterlist

Me with my love for Lt. Simon Ghost Riley

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

(Bengali)New Year, No Me? *laughs hysterically with subterranean agonising pain*

Please show me all your flaws and let me adore you regardless.

It’s okay to still get sad about something you thought you’ve healed from.

I blame you for making me feel,

every human emotions possible to be felt.

But it relieves me to know I can still feel,

despite with the storms I have dealt.

Peace in Love?

Growing up in a family where love was but a superficial concept among two individuals who claimed to be in love but actually wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger on each other, I didn't get to understand what love meant.

Romeo and Juliet's story is stereotypically considered to be a great love story but were they really in love? Or did they love the idea of being in love? Sigh, what are you, love?

How crazy it is to think a simple four letter word could have so many meanings depending on who uses it, how they use it, when they use it or why they use it. But um wait, it could be absolutely be meaningless to someone else too. You could think someone is in love with you without realising that they lead you on perfectly. Sigh, anyways moving on.

I have been in love a lot times, but do I know what it actually means? No, but I do for sure know how it feels to be in love. It's so bitter-sweet, so painful yet such a beautiful feeling. It's like getting your soul crushed into a mould just to let it get built by your lover again hoping they do it with care. It's like a baby bird trying to learn how to fly, taking a leap of faith fully aware they might either fall to death or fly higher in the blue mesmerizing sky. It is as if "to love" is "to gamble", "to love" is to "take the risk". You never know if it was worth it unless you give it a try.

Love is not just having lovely moments, it's like a going through a storm and if you're true to yourself and your lover, you'll be just fine with a few scratches maybe but that's all. Love was never just peace, it is a fight, but it's the one you don't fight with eachother but fight for one another. To love is to understand eachother even in the silence. To love is to respect eachother boundaries. To love is to let go of ego and embrace selfless love for one another cuz what goes around come back too.

I geniunely don't understand people who hate on my fav music artists for nothing like ok dumbfvck you're missing out on eargasms, your loss.

Can I talk to you about my love for Alan Walker for 15 hours straight and call it a date pls?