“My friend once told me she liked this guy because of his hands And I found it absurd that anyone would develop feelings over one feature, and not care about the rest It wasn’t until you used your hands to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, and my insides exploded and my head buzzed with bliss. And the first night you slept over, you fell asleep with your hand laid over my stomach and your fingers felt like a fire that I didn’t mind burning my skin. The first time we got drunk, was the first time you played with my hair, and my god I was hooked, I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop. And in public you’d hold my hand, and rub your thumb in little circles that left me wanting you more, no matter what you would never let me go, I was glued to you, and I honestly didn’t mind When we talked about breaking up, you saw my lips quiver with fear, and you brushed over my lips with your fingers before pulling me into your lap and you kissed me like never before. With your hands on my hips pulling me so close to you, leaving no space in between us. It was then I realized I never wanted you to go Its now that, I finally understand why hands were the only feature that mattered.”

— Carol Shlyakhova (via deceptivelips)

I wish I could do and say what I feel.

Degausser // Brand New

Maybe the next time you'll see me I'll be dead.

I feel dead

Fuck you

I'm wondering what it would feel like to fall in love again. I think I need to fall in love with you again.

Tonight I'm feeling lonely and sad and useless and wondering if the end is as near as it seems.

I am all alone.

Still awake and all alone

I feel so alone.

No one is answering the phone

And I can't fall asleep without you.

I need you.

The last few nights have been hard.

I cut again a week or two ago but you didn't notice. And again a few weeks before that.

I wonder if you notice much anything about me but the bad.

I feel so lonely right now and I feel likr we're slowly drifting apart.

It seems as if our love is fading or changing or becoming something I don't understand.

I feel like I'm always angry, but I feel like I have good reasons.

I wonder do you understand what I mean when I complain about certain things.

I want to cut again tonight.

All I want are goodmorning hugs and goodnight kisses.

Words don't hurt enough

So in the darkness she hurts herself

Does it hurt you like it hurts me,

Thinking of all the things I've done in the dark?

When I tell you what happened

Do you wish it hadn't happened?

Do you wish I was new when you met me

And not so broken and used?

I wish I had been better at

Protecting myself from all of the lies.

So, tell me, does it hurt when you think about all of the guys?