Tumgik
darcyjaneblogsxo · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
@slutdesires​ @kinkyteendesire​ @zigexukutytihyzi452757​ @s-txph​ @mgg-is-love-mgg-is-life-blog1​ @brattyassprincess​ @lets-imagine-things​ @evergreenwords​ @icanfinallybeme​ @mooose098-blog​ @truewaytosuccess​ @13potter4me​ @deceiverofgodss​ @rltblmusic​ @writingforyourlovee​ @cleaneatinghabits​ @maxmundan​ @vomoxe​
3 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
@slutdesires​ @kinkyteendesire​ @zigexukutytihyzi452757​ @s-txph​ @mgg-is-love-mgg-is-life-blog1​ @brattyassprincess​ @lets-imagine-things​ @evergreenwords​ @icanfinallybeme​ @mooose098-blog​ @truewaytosuccess​ @13potter4me​ @deceiverofgodss​ @rltblmusic​ @writingforyourlovee​ @cleaneatinghabits​ @maxmundan​ @vomoxe​
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
@slutdesires​ @kinkyteendesire​ @zigexukutytihyzi452757​ @s-txph​ @mgg-is-love-mgg-is-life-blog1​ @brattyassprincess​ @lets-imagine-things​ @evergreenwords​ @icanfinallybeme​ @mooose098-blog​ @truewaytosuccess​ @13potter4me​ @deceiverofgodss​ @rltblmusic​ @writingforyourlovee​ @cleaneatinghabits​ @maxmundan​ @vomoxe​
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 6 years
Text
Healing
I have learnt a very important lesson on healing, and I would like to share it.
I always thought that healing was all about sitting there and sticking all the pieces back together. That was supposed to be the therapeutic part but, it’s kinda like doing a quick fix on leaky pipes.
You see, the pipe is gonna burst eventually. Putting on a band-aid doesn’t stop the bleeding and you’ll still get a scar. It’s inventible. 
So, I had epiphany the other day after I burnt myself while cooking pasta. Maybe the real trick to healing is accepting the hurt, to stop treating ourselves like we’re fragile. 
Maybe we don’t have to glue the pieces back together but rather come to terms with the fact that we’re in pain. Being in pain doesn’t mean we are broken mirrors. It means we’re human. 
“Be at peace with your pieces” 
4 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 6 years
Text
The Start of a Love Affair
the beginning of a love affair is always my favourite. 
Nervous smiles and touches, discovering the best parts of each other. Unravelling hopes, dreams and fears. 
Everything is so perfect, forever doesn’t seem impossible. 
Then you realise that he leaves the toilet seat up, she drools in her sleep, he’s allergic to your dog and her mothers insane. 
This is the part where it’s not perfect and forever feels like a dream.
This is the make or break part. Can you deal with a wet pillow? midnight sneezing? falling into the toilet at 3 am? her mothers criticism on your new job?
can you really help each other grow? or is it time to let it all go? walk away before you leave your toothbrush at his place? 
So, I’ll say it again. The start is always the best part because, for a small moment your fairytale almost comes to life. 
1 note · View note
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
Self Esteem
I shouldn't t care what people think, but I do. I shouldn't let their words get to me, but I do. I shouldn't worry over trivial things, but I do. I'm just another teenage girl with low self esteem, I'm searching for approval.
9 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
Afraid
The unknown creeps up on you. It nips at your ankles like a small dog. You want to ignore it, but it is constantly yapping at you. You are so scared of the unknown, you run away. That bitch is constantly following you and waiting to attack.
2 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
The first star
Whenever I stare up at the dusky sky, I believe the first star I see is my grandad. It's comforting to know he watches over me and I hope he is proud, so i blow a kiss at the star and say goodnight before it is swallowed up amongst the beauty of all the other stars.
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
fireworks
I looked up at the fiery images that imprinted on the black sky. The beauty of the sparks, it rained down a shower of gold. 
I sat there my heart still breaking. 
Even in life most beautiful moments the only thought that crosses my mind is-
“Why did he fuck me up so bad?”
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
Power
It's the 21st century, it's 2017........ But i still have to fight for my rights?
1 note · View note
darcyjaneblogsxo · 7 years
Text
Everyone matters
Reblog this if your blog is a safe haven for ALL non-white, disabled, trans, queer, and/or women, and your ask box is open to anyone who needs it tonight, or anytime, for the next few years.
180K notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Note
Would you mind checking out some of my writing sometime? I'd love some feedback ,and constructive criticism is always welcome. :)
Of course! 
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Text
Burkini
Hot summer day, thighs slick with sweat and sand. 
Hot summer day, fizzing drinks burning my oesophagus.
Hot summer day, hair frizzing, eyeliner smearing, skin burning, hot leather, and beaches.
I cannot wear shorts without being catcalled and I cannot wear a bikini without being slut-shamed. But, the woman who wears her culture proudly is degraded.
Strip.
Strip.
Strip.
 Take her identity, take her dignity, take her clothes, take her religion. You do all this on the slim chance she may be a terrorist? You steal her human rights in blatant ignorance.
To all the girls who wear burkinis, be proud. Wear your identity, do not let them take that from you. Do not let their ignorance win.
3 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Text
Healing
It is not always easy to pick up the shattered pieces of my soul, I cut my fingers on tiny shards all the god damn time.
0 notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Text
12:54 am
I hope you are happy.
2 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Text
You Drive Me Mad
My lover drives me mad.
He leaves his damp towel on the bathroom floor and his dirty dishes in the sink. 
My lover drives me mad.
He touches my so sweetly, my body combusts. 
My lover drives me mad.
He makes fun of all the silly things I do.
My lover drives me mad.
He kisses my lips so gently, I almost fly.
My lover drives me mad.
He is so stubborn.
My lover drives me mad.
He leaves me wanting more, always wanting more.
8 notes · View notes
darcyjaneblogsxo · 8 years
Text
why the 1975 fans need to stop joking about matty being ‘ugly’
so i’ve noticed a super disturbing trend amongst the 1975 fans of thinking they’re being quirky or edgy to make fun of the way matty looks/acts… and there seems to be this idea that it makes you like… a better fan? because you’re ‘knocking him down a peg’ (which…. ew) or that it’s acceptable because you like the music or w/e, or you think you’re different and special because you think george/ross/adam are hotter…. and like…. funny you pick someone who has had major struggles with mental health and drug addiction to call ugly all the time…
bc tbh you’re not being new or quirky at all. because drug addicts are literally made fun of for their appearance every fucking day. think of all the times ‘you look like a drug addict’ was used as an insult, or the number of times people made fun of lindsey lohan/amy winehouse/pete doherty’s appearance. making. fun. of. drug. addict’s. appearances. isn’t. cute. it’s fucking damaging as hell. it feeds into the toxic narrative that drug addicts’ struggle is funny and that they’re allowed to be dehumanized.
because fun fact! long term drug use changes a person’s appearance!!! shocking!!! and maybe instead of making fun of that u should be happy that he’s healthy and off hard drugs?? no??
and like… drug addiction is a literal mental illness??? and 80% of drug addicts have another mental illness??? 
so tbh making fun of drug/former drug addicts’ appearances isnt quirky or cute its actually lowkey ableist as hell
please reblog this bc im sick to death of this trend lmao
568 notes · View notes