Girls I Don't Know How Many "ill Figure It Out"s Ive Got Left

the true girlhood experience (fighting the urge to fall to your knees in the middle of a grocery shopping aisle because of a sudden wave of grief that hit you out of nowhere)

Good morning to doomed people only

I can’t stand people that don’t let me speak hyperbolically. If I can’t respond to a minor inconvenience that someone should get shot in the fucking head for it then what’s the point of it all.

sevika putting her cigs out on u pls pls

the acridity scent of sevika's cigarettes fills the bedroom air, still stuffy and foggy with sex and sweat from your previous activities with your girlfriend.

sevika's head rests on your stomach as she smokes, her other free hand resting over your ribs, her thumb rubbing your skin. you had tired eachother out, as usual.

your body was already starting to bruise from her rough hands, marking your skin just how she liked. but maybe that wasn't enough— bruises and bite marks would heal eventually, no matter how hard she went.

she blows her smoke out, her nose brushing against your stomach as she presses a kiss to your navel, twirling her cigarette around between her fingers as she conjures up a plan she knew damn well would piss you off.

you sigh in content, oblivious to what she was planning and sliding your hand through her hair, keeping it out of her face.

sevika brings her cigarette down, kissing another spot on your stomach to distract you before pressing the lit tip of the cig against your skin, twisting it a little.

a yelp of surprise and pain escapes your mouth as a seething, burning pain shoots through you. you squirm away and try escape from it, but her bionic arm presses down on your stomach, holding you in place as she watches your skin burn and sizzle with a sick fascination.

she pulls away after only a few seconds as you start crying in pain. she rolls her eyes, flicking the now stubbed out cigarette onto the bedside table. she leans down and blows cool air on the burn, both soothing it and making it sting.

you hiss and shove her head off you, sitting up and looking down at the burn on your abdomen. "what the fuck?" you whine, tears slipping down your face as you wince.

sevika smirks a little wickedly, sitting up and stretching her arms, her muscles flexing. if you weren't so distraught, youd of probably jumped her bones at the sight.

"god, you're such a damn baby."

She hasn’t responded to you yet because she’s busy being openly pathetic on Tumblr. Give it some time

I did it out of love. You don’t owe me anything.

do you ever miss a voice

just saw this and it made me sob.