U ever start watching a movie and immediately think “Wow this has way too many white people.”
If you do,go back the the hole you came from because thats racist
if u actually think that me saying that theres an overabundance of white people in movies is racist then boy do i have some news for u
Every lord of the rings ever
Especially Lord of the Rings
I feel like a shit ton of movies and tv shows feature way more white people than they should. I always wonder what it would be like if the extras on a show were actually representative of people all around the world and not like 85% milky white fucks
in their hair
are made of
i want to be
your drunk text
your i cannot sleep text
your first thing
in the morning text
your i cannot stop
thinking about you text
your oh my god
i love you text
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Hurt / cry / hit “be enough” into my knees, and then move on so fully that when they text me a few months later and say, “hey, how are you?” or “we should get coffee,” or, “i think of you all the time,” or, “I don’t have anything to say you’re just on my mind,” I have to stop for a second and remind myself who they are. And then I roll my eyes, reapply another coat of lipstick, and reply, “Haha, ok.”
Riding in his car,
with his hand creeping up my thigh,
he tells me that I’m a mystery.
He wants to know
who I was before he touched me,
so he plucks the name of each
past lover from my mouth.
But I am not a graveyard where
mens’ touches have come to die.
There are no tombstones
inside of me, waiting for someone to
blow the dust off of them.
My chest does not come with
names and dates etched into it, so please,
quit looking for the face of each of my ghosts.
There is more to me
than who I have loved.
You will not
learn who I am
by learning how I’ve
sext: I want to feel your lips burn away all of the inky parts where sadness hibernated in me.
sext: I would swallow the moon to glow for you.
sext: I would bake a pie just to give you the largest piece.
sext: I want to take a trip to your childhood and double dutch to your heart.
sext: I want to write poems on you with my tongue.
sext: I want to fall asleep with you inside of me.
sext: You are both the smoke and the match. I’ll inhale you as you watch me burn.
sext: Do you feel how I explode when you slip your fingers into me?
sext: You could be the sun.
i want it to be 2004 again and come home from 1st grade and grab a chocolate chip granola bar and watch lizzie mccguire and thats so raven and not hate myself
my anaconda dont want none unless you got funds hun