Utah. 20. Single. Straight. 5'6".Tattoo'd && Pierced.
I'm a total misfit. I dont fit in with the cool, the nerds or even with the people that are alone.I am a different kind of alone. i revolve my world around work, tattoos & finding others who are willing to accept myself.
I post a lot of pictures of myself, tattoos and things i find interesting/cool. So, i hope you enjoy! <33
The worst feeling in the world is sleeping in the same bed as someone who doesn’t love you anymore, who won’t even kiss you and is ashamed to tell people about you. All you can do is lay there and cry.
I don’t feel beautiful. I feel ugly and worn.
Perfect for all the explorers, for those who crave travel and adventure.
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
You don’t believe me when I tell you that I like the noises you make when you sleep
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard.
so like you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life
This is super super sweet. I hardly ever get messages, let alone ones that are positive. So this, really makes my day! Thank you!<3