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Michelle. two ell's. ♥ 23 until January. country. rider. writer. lover. fighter. dreamer. runner. believer. Capricorn. more than meets the eye and I'll prove it. details in About The Girl.
My Cup Of Tea
Lead Me Not Into Temptation, Or Do
Do not let the shadows of your past darken the doorstep of your future. Forgive and forget.

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Grab her booty in front of dudes who want her.

Grab her booty in front of women who want you.

Grab her booty

(via beauty-in-the-breakdown-13)

May I always be a series of riptides that never learn how to flow in the same direction. May I always be full of opposites, may I never be perfect. May I be flawed and flowing in the wrong direction if it will only teach me which one is the right one. May I always be riptides and never tsunamis. I may be monstrous and aching but I never want to tear myself apart.

"I miss you. I do." She whispered over the phone.

"But if I spend all of my time waiting for you, whole seasons will pass without me noticing, and you may be beautiful, but you will never be more beautiful than the first snowflakes of winter or the summer light cascading through the windows."

"I could wait for an eternity if only I knew you were coming," she said, "But time is precious, and darling you are not worth the spring blossoms. You are not worth the autumn leaves."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #39 (via blossomfully)

You were stuck in your head the first time he kissed you. He created storm signals in your brain stems, daring you to run away. You cowered under the wing of his arms. You pretended that his teeth weren’t made of electrical wires. You thought you wouldn’t get burned. But your lips were scorched and charred with fire, and his was perfectly assembled into two. He told you that he loved kissing the sun coils of your lips, and you tried to forget that his tasted of toxin.

You were crying the first time his mouth curved around your neck. You always told yourself that your existence was based on whether he still loved you, and you created a storm cloud in your chest while trying to get him to stay. He wounded your bones under those sheets, he made you think that you weren’t made of lightning, he kissed your mouth raw until you could no longer remember your own taste. The first time you bruised, he said, “What a waste.”

You were giving yourself to men who had palms the size of moon craters. You wanted someone to swallow your alcohol in his teeth. You wanted him to taste the stars of your bitterness. You burned yourself on their mattresses, you clamped your teeth together until their empty promises were sinking under your throat, you kissed their mouths until their skins crawled. One guy planted wild flower kisses near the ribcage of your swollen heart. You pushed him away before his love tore you apart.

You swore to yourself that you never wanted another guy to touch the soft ache of your bones. You promised to yourself that the next guy won’t be any different, but - the electrical charges of your insides collapsed the first time he kissed you. His lips tasted of tore down bullet holes, and the pain of your first tattoo. He stamped his name on your lips without contradiction, and you loved how he kissed with so much passion.

You said to yourself that you just never met a boy who loved like that. You never had a boy who placed his stars on your forehead because he thought you were an enigma. You never had a boy who interlaced your fingers together underneath the sheets. You never had a boy who kissed your lips good morning. And maybe you loved the way he showered the soft ache of your bones with his favorite poetry. And maybe you loved how he didn’t complain when he did the laundry. And maybe, maybe, maybe, you’re falling but you don’t want to be.

You were smiling the first time he tangled your limbs on his bed, the first time he left a love bite on your neck, the first time your fingertips felt feather light with his lazy kisses, the first time he gathered your second hand parts in his chest. He said, “You are my favorite thunderstorm, but for so long, you’ve been drowning me.”

You said, “Your lips are made of oceans, and I’m already sinking.”

"But I don’t know how to say those 3 words or show it." || m.a.p. (via rhapxody)
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
George Orwell, 1984 (via darksuspension)
People aren’t always going to be there for you, that’s why you learn to handle things on your own
Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)

(via veeprasad)

People fall in love all the time,” he said to me. My eyes watered and my heart stuttered. “It doesn’t mean it’s together and it certainly doesn’t mean forever.”
As he stared into my eyes, I wondered if he never felt it or if he loved me for a time, but in the end, it all hurt the same.
I simply said, “Okay.
How fucking stupid could I be? (via thequiethearttalks)

I want to be close enough I could hurt you.

Have you vulnerable and susceptible to my hands.

I want that responsibility.

How many more men have to touch me before I realize they aren’t you?
The Words I Thought As He Was Pulling Off My Clothes // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)
It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.
Eartha Kitt  (via freyjageist)

(via veeprasad)