lips barely touching
take control, female dominate her
letting the passion build within
make her squirm with anxiety
just a few more seconds
clenching onto loose fabric
resisting the forbidden fruit you’re longing to taste
an urging temptation
an overwhelming lust that’s charging you to that brink
until you both just cant fucken hold it in any longer.
she sits there. still.
that prolonged spell, so tiresomely endured
sore from the colossal mass
dropped on her shoulders, burdened.
breathe in, breathe out.
its here. she can feel it taking over
perfectly overcome by a tranquil rhapsody.
she can’t help but laugh.
that smile that previously was so admired,
it is back.
radiant but fragile like the flower she set in her ebony locks.
no longer a facade but a genuine reaction.
a perfect way to realize she had reached that point
the one she longed for
the one she thought was unattainable
the one where she’s at pure bliss.
she wants me to notice.
it’s the one she sneaks in when no one else is looking,
our dirty little secret
oh goshh, that fucken look.
piercing eyes with a fiery passion
she’s ready to pounce.
she wants it.
and i want it just as badly.
she’s been missing.
for a while now.
days, weeks, months.
where has she been?
i texted her.
i called her.
an empty vessel.
rid your veins of its poison
that horrible mess
yeah, its been a mess.
scrub away the tears.
sweep away the misery.
wash away the pain.
clean. clean. clean.
that’s all she wants to do.
cleanse her body&soul.
the filth can be overpowering.
let her be.
Anonymous asked: have you ever thought of happiness? And if so, what is it?
ooo i think about this EVERYDAY.
first of all, sorry for taking so long. :(
but for me happiness for me is going on living my life the way it is without being weighed down by my insecurities and the expectations of others. and as long as i have those special people in my life that i know will NEVER hurt me.
I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close…
Not even a little bit…
Not even at all
aleee13 asked: Celiaaaa!!! i'm like waiting for u to follow me!! lol XD
NOW IM FOLLOWING YOU. ALEEEE! I MISS YOU FOOL!
feeling the bike moving underneath me
creates the feeling that i can fly
new places to discover
new paths to be explored
the warm sun bronzes my skin
my cheeks flush with color
my hair flows with the chill breeze
my dress moves with the speed
all the time in the world.
makes me realize that time is precious
&we must embrace each moment that we have.
yes, i can actually still feel it.
lets get FUCKED up.
i only have a few days left.
till my fate is decided.
i want to drink till i cant walk.
i want to smoke till i cant breathe
i want to hallucinate till i forget reality
i want to lose any feeling left in my body.
i want to play in my own blood.
i want to create new scars that with tell stories
i just want to partyyy
but the law wont let me…
“just take it..”
but you rejected.
&now all i have is myself
i never actually told this to anyone but the reason i had to photo as the header of my profile was the fact that shes actually choking herself with the collar. she is inflicting her own pain &i can relate to that. that is something i constantly do. i find new ways to torture myself, to bring me to that point between reality&dream, to make me realize that im still alive eventhough i constantly feel dead.
reading&writing are def one of the best ways ive learned how to cope.
im currently rereading my favorite book “the fountainhead” by ayn rand because i need to be reminded that i have to be true to myself¬ let anyone else’s decisions affect my own individuality.
&through this im rediscovering my own creativity.
red. black. white.
color scheme for spring.
“the rise of the femme fatale.”
thats what im gonna call it.
still very playful&femme.
but dont let that fool you.
looks can kill.
&i aint one lady to mess with.