How Do You Feel?

The man stood there, all by his lonesome. This deep darkness fell upon him, almost like this heaviness of nothingness. The feeling came onto him hard, crashing into himself, being dragged deeper down and down. It’s this oppressive abyss of darkness, he cannot see, see any colour, absolutely terrifying, yet. Yet, he feels calm,  and how you would say relaxed. He feels black, blacker than blackest night, it’s pitch black and he cannot come out of his own darkness, pleading for help but no one answers the silent, internal cries he screams constantly. He’s dead.
    When you see her it’s like…wow. The first feature you notice are her eyes. They pierce right through you with an icey blue, one look from her and chills run up and down your spine. The feeling leaves tingly shivers everywhere, an empty arctic blast. You’re compelled tell your secrets to those trusting, cold hard eyes. She whispers “Trust me,” and you release the deepest of deep secrets to the fascinating young, gorgeous girl.  
    Outside is damp and cool, beads of water drops dew up in the early morning. The soft itchy feeling under your toes is freedom, when you fall down you’re knees become stained a jade. It’s on trees in a beautiful rain forest, those who do not eat the meat gnaw on leaves filled of sunshine and brightness. Green shows many shades both light and dark. Comes in handy on a hot summers day, as you cool down under the shade of a tree.
    The warmth on your face darkens your skin, turning bronze after being under the constant watchful eye. You mustn’t look directly at her, her beauty will blind you. I sneak peaks constantly, I cannot look away, too stunned from the hot beauty radiating off of her. Her highest point is noon, heat increases immensely, soaking up sunshine warming your heart and soul. Radiating the most stand out colour, the yellowest yellow.
   

crazedcrocgirl

kvotheunkvothe:

I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.

Guys, this isn’t real. Snopes that shit.

Moreover, a rapist is MUCH more likely to be a person the victim knows. Focusing on the boogeyman “rapist…

paradise-is-goodvibes
rytabellamy:

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I kiss your lips in my sleep.
I’m sorry you’re in my mind as I lose myself and find myself.
I’m sorry I imagine you by my side as I cook myself meals, singing the songs I imagine would be our favorite tunes.
I’m sorry I reach for you with my arm every morning as I wake, just to find that you are not there.
I’m sorry we are apart. I’m sorry I’m falling in love. I’m sorry I’m here, while you’re there.
♡

rytabellamy:

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I kiss your lips in my sleep.

I’m sorry you’re in my mind as I lose myself and find myself.

I’m sorry I imagine you by my side as I cook myself meals, singing the songs I imagine would be our favorite tunes.

I’m sorry I reach for you with my arm every morning as I wake, just to find that you are not there.

I’m sorry we are apart.
I’m sorry I’m falling in love.
I’m sorry I’m here, while you’re there.