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WHERE IS THIS PLACE? I WANT TO MARRY THIS GUY.
It must feel so great to listen to so many different people. aH
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She Wrote The Last Chapter
What is the point?
What is the point of living in something you know is nothing but a slick con?
Where every day you wake up hopeful and every night fall asleep distraught.
What is the point when we both know the secrets that are supposed to be hidden from my eyes.
I’m a third person narrator in our story-
All knowing yet not important enough to actually be a main
This is your story, not ours.
We were the authors, where our story consisted of years of passion and a happily ever after.
We created a plot together-
The exposition was the living vision of us and the romance that we lived in;
The rising actions that consisted of kisses and nighttime wishes,
To not only be forever with each other in our thoughts and hearts but to be forever with each other and never be apart
In the middle we would fiddle with the climax- something bad or really sad
It was unknown what would happen but it would be something in our home to disown everything we’ve known which would bring us down to the falling action and the resolution.
The truth of the resolution is before it was wrote,
You took the pen and paper and decided to take notes on how the story was changed instead of us it was “you” and before I knew what was happening there was nothing I could do.
I gained weakness from the strength I learned while staying with you;
Cause you see those rising actions changed and the climax was known,
Became clear what you had in mind when I picked up the phone.
I was trying to be high in life, you were just high from a pipe
I did everything for you, it was the fight of my life.
Everything I had became yours,
And all my understanding drove a bullet through my head which made a clear landing spot for your talk,
” you’re a bitch I don’t love you; oh sorry that was a joke” he laughed while the pain swelled up in my throat.
So another rising action came when I befriended the knife
Instead of fighting with you I fought with myself for my life.
You became distant, I resisted to your persistent demands,
That romance was gone only the blood on my hands would stand as a reminder every day of the innocence that was dead
You took a loving sweet girl and you fucked with her head.
She became depressed and obsessed with how she felt about herself.
Everything she was before was dead and laid in the ground,
So rest in peace young one, that was the last rising action till you took it far beyond anything that had happened
You pushed limits- but of course you were only in it to win
All the sick desires infested in that smug ass grin.
You had the world; then you threw it down and stomped
Crushing it until it was nothing but a lifeless depressed lump.
Next the climax and falling actions seemed to play well for you;
Soul beaten and helpless you did what was left to do.
Approval was not what she gave you and resistance became annoying, So you left her in your past and said “it’s not working I’m going”
And that’s the climax,
The main action resolving this event- solving her initial problem but there was an extent;
The damage that was done seemed hopeless.
A lost cause of words and thoughts and no one knew the true pain she had been through.
Cause see to her it was still their story until he left her in the past;
She never told anyone the truth cause she cared to much;
Never wanted him criticized since for her it was love, not lust.
Lastly, the resolution was never finished by him;
So she took back her pen and decided to chip in.
It was simple; bleed until there was nothing left.
You took her innocence and ripped her heart out of her chest
She was broken; which played a role in the ending when she was standing under the stars contemplating if she should end it.
So what’s the point?
What’s the point of living in something you know is nothing but a slick con?
I’ll tell you it, see my ending was wrong.
He may have wrote the book but I decreed the last chapter
Instead of him it was me that lived happily ever after.
Batman vs Joker by Bentti Bisson
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love naked women. But, I find it funny when underage girls judge other girls for posting nudes on tumblr, and as soon as they turn 18, they’re like
This is my love’s back after i lost my virginity to him