1. I don’t know what I’m doing.

    What will happen to us if he keeps sharing my bed?


  2. 1. Having sex with someone you don’t care about is entirely different to being used/abused by someone you loved and trusted.

    2. Transferring lust and desire is one of the easiest things in the world to do.

    3. I’m happy.


  3. Just wanted to say that Wafia is amazing and the world is about to learn that very soon.


  5. "You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free."
    — Thich Nhat Hanh (via setbabiesonfire)

    (Source: larmoyante, via livingoutsidetheboxx)


  6. When I lay awake at night I dream about a beautiful boy, Taylor Swift, your best friend, and, on the rare occasion, your ex-boyfriend.


  9. The train was driving much too fast. I could feel it in the way the metal body shook nervously, swaying from side to side. The wheels screeched against the rails like the grinding teeth of an anxious child in the dead of the night. The end of the line was fast approaching and there appeared to be no sign of stopping. My heartbeat was slow, barely there, and my breath was deep with anticipation. I could sense the sudden panic of the driver. I could see his cap falling from his head as he quickly reached for the emergency brake. But it was far too late. The train approached the thick, wooden bollards at the end of the track like waves scrambling to shore on a stormy summer afternoon and I braced my body and soul for impact. Bricks crumbled, glass shattered and the structure of the building leapt out of the way as the train glided gracefully through. Everything was silent, almost peaceful. Until I realised we were intersecting another track. Fear coursed through my veins like magma in underground fissures as I looked out the window and saw the weary eyes of another train headed straight for us. I breathed in a minty cool rush of relief as my carriage pushed on past the track and somewhat out of danger but breathed out a sharp sigh of pain knowing that the trains would connect at some point and life would be crushed along with the metal caterpillar dressed in blue and yellow stripes. The noise of the collision seemed distant yet horrifying but it was over in moments. I was thrown from my seat and could feel the dull thudding of soon to be bruises creeping through my skin. The outside world moved in slow motion. I felt like I should be a sad, devastated mess. But I was numb. I looked out onto the blood and flesh soaked platform, focused on the misery gathering there, and looked away before waking up. 

  10. I miss these days with those boys in that country. 


  11. I know I always sulk about it, but I haven’t cared a single bit about local music since YH disappeared. 


  13. I hate that I can’t organise to be away from home for more than a day at a time because my mama will miss me too much. I wish it was easy to just live my life, but I want her to be okay. It gets so hard sometimes. 

  15. Happy birthday, darling.