#Regretful

[rvspecter]

#he literally said 😔#the headshake is soooo pathetic 😭#like where’s the big bad deal maker ????#I love my men sorrow filled and regretful - @pearsonspearson

[katanadepapel]

VERSES OF THE DAY

REVELATION 15:3-4

3 and sang the song of God’s servant Moses and of the Lamb:

“Great and marvelous are your deeds, Lord God Almighty.

Just and true are your ways, King of the nations.

4 Who will not fear you, Lord, and bring glory to your name?

For you alone are holy.

All nations will come and worship before you, for your righteous acts have been revealed.”

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

One summer's day

If there comes a day

when words aren’t strong

know that my heart still longs on,

your youthful face

still haunts me to this day

a smile, made this world okay

broke through, left things undone.

All I wanted in those moments

was to fall in your arms

seek the comfort my reins denied

let you hold me

till the sun dies,

but soon those dreams fades

the mind wakes up

and I am left in this reality alone

seeking for the day

that you’ll come back to me

on one summer’s day.

[lungache]

Emotional about heihua and how xiao hua's heartbreak boils down to "i will never forgive you if you die" he would forgive xiazi anything, but not that. never that. and he is so deeply frustrated that threatening that isn't enough to keep xiazi here because it's all he has.

[dovey28]

i thijk i miss used my lavel maker and that label tape is expensive

[copycatartsworld]

[thevoidthatismyheart]

The only regret I have is that after all of that, I still can't say we dated.

[crmsnmth]

Why Couldn't It Have Been You?

It's not that afraid of letting go I just don't want to lose the memories I have of you Our short-lived ill-fated broken love was enough to fuck me up for good Or at least that's what I tell myself because it can't just be me Why couldn't you be the fate I was supposed to have?

I use to say that I'd never give up but that was before I learned how needles take the pain away and painkillers work on the emotional side as well Percoset stolen from medicine cabinets I search Don't invite me over, I'll take every little orange bottle as my own

I leave pieces of myself all over this city Mixing my DNA and tainting places cordoned off with yellow tape Caution do not enter, is it me or the otherside that's worse? Why couldn't it be your voice that I woke up to I can still see your untamed hair that you apologized for a kiss before either one of us brushes teeth and we gag on each other's breath

There's a long way to go to become the man I want to be I've got to do what's best for me Or say the good doctors tell me every Thursday An hour long vent that doesn't seem to resolve the issue Why couldn't it have been you?

Was I really that awful? I know the answer to that question so you don't have to anser

[writing-nabi]

I wanted to live,

But it wasn't a need.

I wanted to smile,

Wanted a good life to lead.

Life doesn't come easy you know,

I know cause I had to plead.

I begged, and cried,

Only to come to an end & regret everything I did.

[barryhairry]

April 17 12:34 am

that feeling, that feeling of knowing I could get away with it. That sexual gratification of just a little extra. Like a hit of a blunt and to exhale without care of who might sniff it out. That knowing that i could just keep it to myself and i could get my rocks off, stroke and fantasize of being dirty with a stranger. Then the interaction, the response, the filthy shadow self that has the want to bust a nut then forget the person even exists.

Having my cake and eating it too. Oh how it burns. How that temptation singes and stings. Oh fuck how the knowing that i can have the closest thing to…

like a lake of wet mud. The flat and untouched surface, teasing me to dirty up my sneakers. “Well, no one can get mad at me for dirtying up the souls of my shoes.” “Look at how my footprint perfectly stamps the mud. It feels slippery and slimy, if I wasn’t worried about the consequences of getting messy id make a mud angle.” Walking the tight rope of temptation is infuriating. “Why don’t I just jump? There’s a net to catch my fall and it’ll be fun to be flung into the air, like a big trampoline.” “Oh goodness, the sides of my shoes got some mud on ‘em! Well that’s alright, I’ll just shuffle through the dewy grass before anyone notices.” The further i step out into the lake my shoes sink. “What a fun and liberating feeling! My fresh and clean shoes sinking into the mud, the sides of my shoes are already dirty what’s the harm? I already have a clean up plan.”

The further i step out into the lake, just one casual step. I shift my weight and like a trap door, the mud is up to my ankles!” I laugh uncontrollably and when i pull my foot out, my shoe nearly comes off, nearly disappears with the mud! My opposite foot starts sinking too! I panic. This is a lot more to clean up now.

Dread. Anxiety. Guilt. Shame. The dawning of the situation. Like a record scratch or a freeze then zoom in, like a film. Like i smoke a fatty in my bathroom, been in there for over two hours and just when I’m ready to chill i walk out, and realize I’ve stunk up the house.

”i wish I hadn’t done that.” Is that thought even worth it? The damage is done, the most time proficient thing is to figure out how to undo this decision and make it look like I haven’t made a mistake.

quik! Think, think! Wait? Have i gotten permission before to be dirty? Was the permission given with genuineness or reluctance? Am i held to a standard? It’s my life right? It’s also my decision, to be filthy. Yet, i know there are less dirty ways to be filthy, more respectable ways with minimal clean up. Messes without consequences as dire as this. But those ways are boring and they provide releases with less suspense and can be achieved too simply. They also don’t give me this feeling of dread and regret. And they guarantee no punishment either, or change of perception about me. And when i do those common release of energy, I can move on with my life. And not obsess over this microscopic escape from reality. Like polliester, filling up my time, hours on end, with no profit but my sperm on my hand and on my shorts.

[henrika29]

(via GIPHY)

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

When the perfect song to represent Reyna and Hyllas relationship is apart of a mlp fan series on YouTube and a parody of another song so therefore I can’t add it to my Reyna playlist

[camellia023]

Lúc nào mình cũng hối hận trước những quyết định quan trọng trong đời mà mình đã lựa chọn :(((

[willisandwords]

i guess you were right

f, i guess you were right when you said everyone really does leave because you left and you're not coming back you broke my heart and i hope you come back to break it a million times more because, fuck do i miss you.

[absentmoon]

no more cat ears </3