I can’t tell if I want to drown myself in alcohol or in you
How do you see me? (via modifyy)
I am one of many words and even more faces. Red is my color, and hot is my blood. I’m forgetful and impatient and angry and rude. I am beautiful.
"If we’re only ever looking back, we will drive ourselves insane"
I’m making life changing decisions, and while I know there is no ‘undo’ button, I’m confident in my choices. What’s done is done. I am not regretful.
If this turns out to not be the path I’m supposed to wander down, and if these aren’t the demons I’m supposed to fight, and if I’m not permanent..Let. Me. Burn.
We’ll meet again someday, and you can either lie down and try to hide from cold reality; you can run from my presence, or you can stand up and take it like a man.
Children hide from monsters. They close the closet door and fuel their hate fires in hopes to scare away the darkness with their little lamps of fear and hatred.
Turn off the nightlight. Fling open your closet door. Look deep under your bed. Touch the shadows on the wall. Drink up the night. It’s bitter, but it’s the best medicine.
Just because I embraced you in ways I had never embraced another, doesn’t mean I’m going to do that for every man I meet. Have you no remembrance of the kind of woman I am?
I am not an open invitation for a good time. I may look like it, I may talk like it, and I may be thought of as it, but I am not.
I am not desperate enough to resort to my sexuality alone to capture the attentions of the men around me. You know as well as I do, I don’t need nudity to do such things.
I will spare you the details of ‘him’.