alwayspleasantstranger
just a fallen angel here giving love
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https://gofund.me/19b4cb90 Completely shit on my whole life but for some reason I even suck at ending it... so I write and give love to devil of men and give my all just to be shit on even worse than ever in life yet pathetically I would be right back by your side because I'm a loyal empath with a narcissistic #stillcutetho #d.i.d #schizophrenia #bpd #proudmama #thrivingandsurviving #divorcinganarcassist #healingjourney #wordvomit #ily
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alwayspleasantstranger · 4 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 5 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 6 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 6 months ago
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Doesn't it hurt when you find yourself not receiving back the same energy from the person you were so excited to talk the entire day. Isn't it so sad how you feel unwanted everytime they disregard the energy you give them sincerely. And the worse part is that you won't have any control about the situation. And if you tell them, you'll end up feeling like you're being so much.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 6 months ago
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I accepted the treatment that l don't deserve because its you, I always understand because again it's you, but i wonder if you ever thought about changing things because you're considering me. But all those leads to disappointment.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 6 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 7 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 8 months ago
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I am a caution-taped crime scene,
and you are watching from the sidelines like your hands aren’t painted with blood,
teach me what it’s like to tear a chest open and hold someone else’s beating heart,
because for some reason I’ve only ever gotten close enough
to scrape against skin that fights back with every touch
without leaving any marks behind.
I am chapped lips and cracked knuckles and tear stains,
and you are scars on the inside of my thigh.
teach me what it’s like to linger even after I’m gone.
teach me what it’s like to be something more
than just
temporary.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 8 months ago
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he has razor blades for hands,
and loves to touch things that he shouldn’t.
you are a disaster hiding behind paper skin,
and you are entirely in love with him.
you will drop parts of yourself between his lips
and watch him swallow you whole.
you will find cigarette burns where his fingers held you
and he will call them beautiful.
and you will wake up one morning and touch your chest
and it will be empty.
he will chew your heart right out of you
and call it
love.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 8 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 8 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 8 months ago
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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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alwayspleasantstranger · 9 months ago
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alwayspleasantstranger · 10 months ago
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Sometimes it feels like I take up too much space
Like my presence annoys others, like I don’t quite fit into place
I’m either too loud or to soft
or I don’t talk enough or I talk to much
No matter what I do I can’t seem to please you it gets so exhausting trying to be Something for everybody, I just want to be me
But I’m stretched too thin and I work to much
I just keep giving away parts of myself
and it’s never enough.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 10 months ago
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The problem with loving you
Is that it consumes me But not in a beautiful wayIt’s desperation,
Anger
Pain,
Longing,
And the loneliest thing I have sufferedSo maybe I liedMaybe it is beautiful,
In its own tragic way.
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alwayspleasantstranger · 10 months ago
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The problem with loving you
Is that it consumes me But not in a beautiful wayIt’s desperation,
Anger
Pain,
Longing,
And the loneliest thing I have sufferedSo maybe I liedMaybe it is beautiful,
In its own tragic way.
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