I love Greek mythology, I’m currently working on my left sleeve which is all of my favorite Greek mythology story’s. ❤️

I love Greek mythology, I’m currently working on my left sleeve which is all of my favorite Greek mythology story’s. ❤️

My screen saver, my favorite princess sleeping beauty and favorite villain Maleifcent. Sleeping beauty was always my favorite since I was a child, pretty stoked on the new movie since sleeping beauty was the only princess you couldn’t find anything of until recently needless to say I’ve been hardcore collecting lol 😻😈💜

My screen saver, my favorite princess sleeping beauty and favorite villain Maleifcent. Sleeping beauty was always my favorite since I was a child, pretty stoked on the new movie since sleeping beauty was the only princess you couldn’t find anything of until recently needless to say I’ve been hardcore collecting lol 😻😈💜

diseasedyouth:

hot damn.

Who is this man?!?! 🙀

diseasedyouth:

hot damn.

Who is this man?!?! 🙀

(via everydaysubjective)

My heart told my brain let love grow, but my brain told my heart this time no, this time no.

My heart told my brain let love grow, but my brain told my heart this time no, this time no.

Got 3 hours of sleep last night after having to go save my brother when he broke down at pyramid took us 45 mins to push his big ass jeep. I’m dying 💀 #fuck #death #lookinglikeshit

Got 3 hours of sleep last night after having to go save my brother when he broke down at pyramid took us 45 mins to push his big ass jeep. I’m dying 💀 #fuck #death #lookinglikeshit

buzzfeed:

Every once in a while you see something that changes your entire life.

buzzfeed:

Every once in a while you see something that changes your entire life.

(via staceyelizzabethh)

I lay in bed for hours trying to fall asleep but every time I close my eyes all I see is you and I can’t help but cry because I fucked everything up. If I hadn’t reacted on my emotions maybe we wouldn’t be here. If I had treated you better through all the years we spent together maybe you would still love me. I’m not a victim in this situation, I caused my own heart ache and pushed you to far and now you’re not interested in letting me repair what I’ve broken. I don’t want you to see anyone else because the thought of you with someone else feels like daggers in my heart. All I want is to win you back and I don’t know if ill ever get the chance to.

I’m not posting this for sympathy, I just needed to put this out in the world that I’m sorry, I fucked up and acted out of anger in desperation. I was wrong, I’ve been wrong for a long time and never admitted that. I should have treated you like a king all these years but I treated you as someone who would never leave me no matter what I did and my actions caused me to loose the love of my life.

I’m sorry. I was wrong for a long time and I should have swallowed my pride and made amends. I should have showered you with love and affection. You will always hold my heart, one day I hope I can hold yours again to. I love you Nathaniel and I always will.

I wanted to be beautiful. I whispered words of sirens into my skin, drank peaches and apricots and bathed in tears in hopes that their sadness would absorb all of my own. Through osmosis, I learnt of the white teeth. How heartbeats meet backseats and innocence becomes a thread broken by desire. Pain. Illusion. 
I thought that beauty would lead to happiness; that being with the beautiful people would cleanse me of my imperfections. But they were just porcelain dolls with cracks in their mirrors. 
Running for miles and miles in bare feet, I could feel the blood pooling in my mouth, the beauty damning. Whispers and whispers, tears and tears and rips in the flesh.
I see my mother, whispering, telling me its alright and I am a child again. I am four years old, eating lipstick, running in the rain. The beauty floats down into my hand, a butterfly in the middle of an enclosure, vibrant blue and full of poisons. Capture it, hold it, absorb it. The beauty. A pinnacle of something unreachable: an oxymoron in itself. 
Pretty and deadly, a serpent in my mouth, I hold my tongue in desperation. The beauty, it has taken my mind from me. I am a conjunction, the join between this and that, never the subject, never the destination of a sentence. Adam and Eve come to me when I’m sleeping. They explain the apple, but I do not understand. Their guilt seeps through their pores and drips onto my pillow like tears. I cry in desperation, and I cry in solace. 
There is an irregular beat to my heart. Every few moments, it stops. I can hear my lungs screaming at me to breathe, but I am safe here. Waves lap my hair, an ocean of tears dragging me under. I smile at the surface, but no one sees when I’m eight feet under my own sadness. 
I’m trying hard to start swimming, but my feet are made of lead. I sink. The water laps over my head, suddenly I’m breathing corpses. Flowers float past my hair, and I reach out to catch them in my hand. They are always just out of reach, beauty running past my fingers, leaving me to gasp for air as I watch it drift away

I wanted to be beautiful. I whispered words of sirens into my skin, drank peaches and apricots and bathed in tears in hopes that their sadness would absorb all of my own. Through osmosis, I learnt of the white teeth. How heartbeats meet backseats and innocence becomes a thread broken by desire. Pain. Illusion. 
I thought that beauty would lead to happiness; that being with the beautiful people would cleanse me of my imperfections. But they were just porcelain dolls with cracks in their mirrors. 
Running for miles and miles in bare feet, I could feel the blood pooling in my mouth, the beauty damning. Whispers and whispers, tears and tears and rips in the flesh.
I see my mother, whispering, telling me its alright and I am a child again. I am four years old, eating lipstick, running in the rain. The beauty floats down into my hand, a butterfly in the middle of an enclosure, vibrant blue and full of poisons. Capture it, hold it, absorb it. The beauty. A pinnacle of something unreachable: an oxymoron in itself. 
Pretty and deadly, a serpent in my mouth, I hold my tongue in desperation. The beauty, it has taken my mind from me. I am a conjunction, the join between this and that, never the subject, never the destination of a sentence. Adam and Eve come to me when I’m sleeping. They explain the apple, but I do not understand. Their guilt seeps through their pores and drips onto my pillow like tears. I cry in desperation, and I cry in solace. 
There is an irregular beat to my heart. Every few moments, it stops. I can hear my lungs screaming at me to breathe, but I am safe here. Waves lap my hair, an ocean of tears dragging me under. I smile at the surface, but no one sees when I’m eight feet under my own sadness. 
I’m trying hard to start swimming, but my feet are made of lead. I sink. The water laps over my head, suddenly I’m breathing corpses. Flowers float past my hair, and I reach out to catch them in my hand. They are always just out of reach, beauty running past my fingers, leaving me to gasp for air as I watch it drift away

Having a hard night 😿💔 #sigh

Having a hard night 😿💔 #sigh

Harsh reality is he left me and he’s never coming back so it’s time to move on with my life. Gotta take care of myself, one day at a time.

Harsh reality is he left me and he’s never coming back so it’s time to move on with my life. Gotta take care of myself, one day at a time.

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Mmmmmm man candy Monday #yesplease #mcm #drool

Mmmmmm man candy Monday #yesplease #mcm #drool