This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing.
some people will never realize how much certain words can hurt others. STOP CYBER BULLYING
This rain. I don’t know whether to hate or love it. I hear it on my rooftop and I swear, they are the thuds of my past’s footsteps walking above my head. And when I glimpse outside my window, I can see my wretched reflection in every droplet. It’s such a painful reminder. But when I sit out on the rail of my balcony and feel it on my skin, I can’t but feel more human than I have ever since I’ve been unhuman.
I watch as your fingers lock between mine and our hands clamps together as if they are puzzle pieces; needing one another to be complete.
Shrinking from sight, I want to stay like this forever; hidden behind metaphors and my face buried in a book. I realized that my only escape from this world is on paper. I’m fascinated with old tales and oral literature because they serve as temporary happiness. And I find mild comfort in that because happiness for me was never permanent, only temporary.
The place was quiet. He took no notice of me, but I watched him carefully as he entered. He had a slow, horseplaying walk. I felt teased by his actions. The sun’s ray peaked in and made a dusty, down-slanting road from my window to the floor. Except for us two, the room was empty. Not even the high screaming voices from the children across the street seemed to be heard. Suddenly he jumped up. My heart was beating fast now as his body came over me like an accordion pulled out full for a rich note closing … closing … closing in. Impressed by my intensity, he sprawled my legs wide in helpless relaxation and I reached for the button on his pants opening. Trembled with anticipation, this was the temptation we could not resist.
I came across our messages today. I read them more carefully today than I have ever. I read them over and over until I felt my heart drop and the tears that flooded my pillow wet my chest. I’m biting my fingers now to halt the screams raging from within.
