Always-Number-2-In-Life
Me: I won't get jealous
Me: Who's this fucking whore

We fell asleep together,
And when I jerked myself awake
You looked so startled,
But I didn’t know how to explain
I had never for once
Felt safe enough to drift asleep
With someone’s arms around me,
Because they always felt like chains.

Sometimes I song comes on
And I still flinch
Because the words pierce my skin
Like a blade and I bleed out
Images of him and me and her
All over the floor until I’m numb,
Yet somehow you make me
Want to sew myself back up and try again.

I don’t quite know how
You can look at me
Without seeing anything
But a hollow shell
With holes and missing the pieces
That he took when he left,
But you manage to see my soul,
I swear you do.

And I don’t know what we are
Or where we’re going
But I guess I’m just trying to say
That against all odds,
I think you and me
Could be something I’m good at.

Starting point // -STG (inksplatteredpages)
kid-cthulhu:

I love this.

kid-cthulhu:

I love this.

dirtyberd:

sword holder 

BECHLOE/SENDRICK IS REAL MADAFAKAS.
IGNORE JESSE AND JUST LOOK AT CHLOE’S FACE IN THE CORNER…..

dazeofbeingwild:

I want to watch you get fucked. I want to sit there with my dick in my hand, slowly stroking my cock, as I watch him try to satisfy you… maybe he will, momentarily… but it’ll never be enough. And when he’s done, after he’s buttoned up his pants and head out to his car… I’ll come over, pick you up and carry you to your bed… I’ll brush your hair back and kiss your cheeks and then I’ll fuck your brains out.

evienator:

octoberrainfall252:

Not taking any chances

I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much

evienator:

octoberrainfall252:

Not taking any chances

I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much