toexploretheworld:

Anchor Bay, Malta (by albireo2006)

We were children playing house
On broken ground 
Your suit case filled with sand 
My tea cups filled with dirt
Our home made from rocks 
Screaming like grown ups do
Because we knew no better

I tore you out of me 
With every lover I could find 
I spewed the venom 
Of a broken hearts unkind 
Apathy of those around it
I clawed at your insides
On the backs of men laid 
On top of me 
Choking out my throat 
Just i could breathe 
But your still hear
Under the shreds 
Left of my victims 
Only feeling apathy
For all that I have hurt
I need my dose of hatred
Feed it to me
Through mangled pages
Of broken text 
Plesse say you never loved me

insertoriginalitywhere:

There’s about 4 people in this world who I honestly don’t believe I’d be here without, and they know who they are.

But If possible, I think I owe my sister more than my life, I owe her who I am. There was a time in my life where she was the only moral compass I had, the only one who cared what I…

MY LIFE

slutsphobic:

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housewifeswag:

:)

insertoriginalitywhere:

I totally noticed her boobs before I noticed the tattoo

erospainter:

Eros and Life lessons

Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony

peace

Eros

True story