Karma Got Its Kiss For Me……. thats 2017 In One Video

What she says: I'm fine.

What she means: Why does everyone forget that Martha was the one who called Moritz a sad soulful sleepyhead? Why does no one think about the fact that Martha understood and appreciated Moritz most while everyone else ignored him? Why don't we talk more about the fact that Martha Bessel would like a boy like Moritz? A boy who's nice and sad and sweet. All the other girls like Melchior because he's dangerous and rebellious and vibrant and angry. But Martha already has enough dangerous and angry men in her life, and she isn't looking to escape a sheltered life like all the other girls, she's looking to feel safe and protected and maybe find someone who she can sympathize with? Why does no one talk about Martha and Moritz taking care of each other, and reminding each other that they're worth so much more than their parents think, planning to build a new world just like Wendla and Melchior? Is any one else disturbed by the fact that Martha and Moritz don't get to rebel, because they won't make it that long?

forgive them. your heart will be lighter for it. forgive them because it gives you closure. it’s all in the past now, and they can’t hurt you there. 

No amount of great sex, great personality, great food, great looks or anything else will keep a man faithful if he doesn’t want to be.

Kaloca

1st Letter Of My Name : 2nd Letter Of My Name : 1st Letter Of My Moms Name : 2nd Letter Of My Moms Name : 1st Letter Of My Dads Name : 2nd Letter Of My Dads Name : My Child’s Name Would Be ?

why are boys hot and cute like wtf take a break

reminder to all lesbians

lesbian is not a dirty word

lesbian is not a nsfw word

lesbians are not inherently sexual

lesbians are not pornographic

any sexual thoughts are feelings you have are good and okay and pure and lovely and not at all for male consumption

if you’re ace and sex repulsed you’re also good and okay and pure and lovely okay?

i love you all, you’re all lovely, you’re not dirty or bad i love you

You were all sharp edges;

twisted and mangled.

She was all soft and gentle;

each curvature of her face coming to meet the next one with ease.

You were rough, torn apart, half-heartedly put back together, guarded.

She was nurtured, loved, protected, outspoken.

You were extreme, gasoline stained boots, matted hair, and a permanent smirk.

She was calm, eyeshadow never out of place, perfect hair, and lip gloss stained kiss.

You were bloody knuckles with flecks of dirt, broken skin, and bleeding lips kissed roughly with hair tugged, needing more.

She was the plaster on a broken bone, a bandage to cover the absence, and not enough to go around.

You were sunrises seen with insomniac eyes, cigarette smoke at midnight, and all too explosive.

She was a good night’s sleep and no circles under your eyes, clean air in a crowded city, safe.

You were afraid to touch her for fear she would break,

She was scared to touch you for fear that she would break you.

You were both ignorant, stupid, foolish, young,

Human.

In love.

Now she’s rough edges, husky voice in the morning from nightmares that never end, and a touch that is never as careful as it used to be.

Now you are fine lines, marble with smooth indents which form words, a smiling picture on the wall of a school; in a year book; next to your Mother.

Finally, she has given you what you needed: calm.

Finally, you have driven her to be what she thought she could never be: chaotic.

I've been up for an hour just crying and I can't get back to sleep