Monday / 18,208 notes / reblog

every night she rubs cream on my scars and tells me how handsome i am… i couldn’t ask for a better partner in life. you make me feel like the luckiest boi alive.
"Don’t take a good woman for granted. Someday, Someone will come along and appreciate what you didn’t"
Monday / 91 notes / reblog
Monday / 187 notes / reblog
God should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men.
Monday / 138,398 notes / reblog
Monday / 166 notes / reblog

How did I forget this?
Sunday / 2,072 notes / reblog

You plead not guilty to all charges again.
You forget that most of last year is still rotten in my mouth.
You forget I can still taste the chalk outlines
under my tongue in the mornings.
You forget that the caution tape still hangs across my bed
like a warning for anyone trying to save me.
You forget that crime scenes and home
smell the same to me these days.
Like smoke. Like metal. Like empty.

Your mouth is the burial ground and the battle field.
Most war zones avoid being loved
but these lips remember your bloody kind of sacred.
Your teeth are tombstones with the names unreadable.
Your teeth are tombstones with the dates scratched out.

You morphed my voice into a leaking faucet.
You pushed me into rooms with no way out.
You led me to corners with music boxes
that only played your name.
You strung together cobwebs and
shadows that whispered like you.
Like please and more and yes.
Like kiss me and don’t and again.

There aren’t as many ways to forget someone
as you think there are.
So I set my house on fire
until your footsteps are only smoke and charcoal.
So I almost forget not to stay as it burns.
So I stop picking up the phone.
So I leave town and change my name
and learn not to talk about the mistakes
I fell in love with.
About the monster I fed with my own skin.

Crime Scenes & Left Over Love Affairs | Yasmin & Ramna (via inkywings)

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Sunday / 5,576 notes / reblog

I feel like I just interrupted a very important conversation.
Saturday / 119,049 notes / reblog
You’ve a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere (via wordsnquotes)