That night I drunk anything that was handed to me,
I did this in an attempt to forget your existence,
I tripped over tables and chairs,
This reminded me of how it felt falling for you,
I ended up with bruised knees and cuts on my hands,
They stung for days.
I kissed a pretty stranger but there was something different about his lips compared to yours,
They tasted of alcohol and he kissed me like he didn’t care,
You used to kiss me like your life depended on it,
His kiss didn’t help me forget you,
It made me crave you.

-not even alcohol can numb this feeling  (via iclungtoy0u)

He said:
You are very
and so very
I hurt myself
every time I touch you.

-I Guess I Wasn’t Worth The Pain by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

"hey grandpa what was the pussy like in the 1940’s"

(Source: queefdollaz, via moralmars-deactivated20140910)


”We started dating and he said to me, 'The next World Cup we're going to go together with our baby boy,’ and we’re doing it. So everything he promises, he keeps.”

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