Sweet Unknown

Abbey. 21. Ohio.
Lesbian.
Tattooed/Modified.
Simple.
Happy.
In love.
lordemusic:

mortten:

lettuce umbrella


shit thought this was lettuce for so long just now ella go to bed

lordemusic:

mortten:

lettuce umbrella

shit thought this was lettuce for so long just now ella go to bed

kookie667:

Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

(via emeliet)

Buy half-price lingerie and model it in your bedroom for yourself. Feel like you have a secret because you’re wearing black, see-through underwear while talking to your teacher about your next assignment. Glance at attractive strangers on public transportation. When they look back, hold their gaze for a few seconds. Get off the train and never see them again, riding the high of your mutual minute of understanding. Keep yourself busy with the things your relationship used to keep you from doing. Practice a hobby. Learn a new language and feel how good it is to say “goodbye” in a new way. Fuck yourself in the shower. Begin to appreciate sex in a way you couldn’t before. Accept more dinner invitations with people who spark your interest, romantically or not. Sing along to pop songs without guilt. Buy yourself flowers to tuck behind your ear. Laugh easily. Let the ache hollow out more room for you to grow. When you catch your ex on the street six months later, smile when they tell you you’ve changed. Consider telling them you are a wildfire that burned over the places they touched. Consider reminding them you cannot know every space in someone by running your fingers over them. For a second, think about asking them to take you back and then laugh because you are no longer the same person they held. You are a wildfire and the world is made of brush. Go ahead and burn.

What To Do After A Break Up | Lora Mathis  (via khaleesifeels)

Hallelujah.

(via ghastly)

(Source: lora-mathis, via dykepower)

I keep accidentally
Rolling two cigarettes
Pouring two cups of coffee
Making an extra slice of toast.
I keep forgetting
How to work the washing machine
Where the spare batteries are
When to put the bins out.
I keep hoping
The flat won’t be so silent
Your shoes will be there again
This bed won’t feel so lonely tonight.
I keep trying
To stop looking at old photographs
To turn our old songs off
To forget.
I can’t stop living in my memories
I can’t start living in the present
I can’t let go of our past

You took me with you when you left.

—Lomticks-of-toast.tumblr.com (via lomticks-of-toast)

(via dykepower)