If this is how you choose to leave me, let me let you. From Boats by Cyril Wong (via hush-syrup)
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The rain is pregnant with a shape
exactly like you, late to tell your lover
it’s over, who is late to tell you
he never loved you, also in the rain. From Some Recent Weather by Bob Hicok (via hush-syrup)
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I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me. -Clementine von Radics (via vmvndvdvrlxng)

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http://vmvndvdvrlxng.tumblr.com/post/82060037820/im-contemplating-beginning-a-blog-about-sex

vmvndvdvrlxng:

I’m contemplating beginning a blog about sex, kink, and caring for the body with these things in mind.
Personally, I’ve found myself in far too many situations where I felt helpless, alone, scared, confused, and often in serious pain. I know that a majority of my followers are young ladies and…

I need this blog to happen. Please.

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For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth. n.t. (via albinwonderland)

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vmvndvdvrlxng:

Gonna start using terms like main dick, and side dick, because I’m a boss bitch.
The fuckers in my life need to know their place.

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hush-syrup:

Lovesong originally by The Cure, covered by Tori Amos

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I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world… Childish Gambino  (via ckgarden)

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