— Anaïs Nin  (via ohfairies)

(Source: commovente, via salty-eyes)

How do you feel, 

When you fuck me?

Do my soft insides, 

Bring you comfort?

Do you love me,

Or wish to be in another person?

How does it feel,

To make me vulnerable?

To open me up,

And expose me?

I can feel every movement,

Of your thrusting hips;

The graze of your skin,

The hot breath on my neck.

You make love to my empty womb;

Can you feel the connection?

You carefully avoid my gaze;

Why would you want to fuck me?

(Source: clottedblood)

hate:

it doesn’t matter how much sleep i get i will always be tired

(via salty-eyes)

(Source: lesoustitre, via miteru)

(via dollynymph)

(Source: trashhands, via dollynymph)

(via dollynymph)

I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself
against them.

you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost

again.

(via dolly-devine)

dyedreams:

http://victorias-vintage.blogspot.com

(via dolly-devine)

I bought lots of things today.

I got three pairs of cute socks with frills, a wheat pack for my sore belly, a picnic blanket for adventures, black lipstick for when I feel goth, some glow-in-the-dark planets and stars stickers, a whole heap of new bracelets, stationery for school, a cute little blue pompom beanie, sparkly eye shadow in ten colours and five pairs of lacey pretty underwear.

I bought lots of things today and now I am happy.

(Source: clottedblood)