Model - Natasha Kasatkina(STARSYSTEM Kiev)
MUA - Alexandra Shtein
if you buy me cute underwear i’ll model it for you
More you might like
- "Was it worth it to you?!" She nearly screamed at him with big salty tears running down her face. She knew that this face would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life, and she was glad. "Baby.. I'm sorry.. Please." He tried finding comforting words as he took a step closer to her and opened his arms.
- She pushed him away.
- Tears still streaming down her face she sniffles and stared deep into those eyes that made her feel like a princess all those years before. "I'm not your baby, and I never was because only a monster would crush their baby like this. I feel bad for whoever you're calling your "baby" now!"
- "Please just let me explain please." He was calm but one look in his eyes and you could tell that he was like a puppy getting scolded. And boy did she want to see him walk away with his tail between his legs.
- She took a shaky breath and started with the speech that she had had planned in her head for days. "There's nothing to explain. You cheated on me. You chose another girl over the one that would've walked into ongoing traffic for you and who still would. You were a coward and couldn't just tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore so you had to show me and it kills me that you did that!"
- Once again he tries taking another step towards her. She silently think to herself that if he gets any closer She'll either punch him or run. He reads her mind and backs up.
- "Please it wasn't like that it was...."
- She wouldn't let him get another word of crap out of his mouth. "When was it? Was it when you first told me you loved me? Or when you kissed me underneath the stars? Or when we stayed up until 3am telling each other our biggest secrets? Tell me. When exactly was it that you decided that I wasn't good enough for you."
- He shoved his hands into his pockets and swayed lightly on his feet. No words left his mouth.
- She was again fighting back tears. "I thought so. This is your loss, not mine because you lost someone who would've died for you and I lost someone who didn't even want me alive."
- She spun on her heel and jogged away. She cried. More than She ever had in her entire Life. She ignored it when he called for her to come back and she ran faster when She heard him sprint after her. Tears smearing her mascara everywhere and one thought on her mind. "This pain will pass, but I have to feel it first" and oh my goodness did she ever
SELF HARM IS NOT BEAUTIFUL
EATING DISORDERS ARE NOT FASHION TRENDS
ANXIETY ISN’T CUTE
DRUGS ARE NOT “COOL”
You made poetries about me. About how I curl my body when I’m asleep and how the winds scud my hair waving like riptides. How you love the way I flutter my eyes and how my irides turn into fireworks whenever I hear you say my name or just by looking at your face. You wrote about how I can never sleep with my lights on—you know I can never sleep even just with the slightest ray of light. You wrote about how I take sleeping pills every night and how I cover all the windows with thick and pitch-dark curtain just not to see a speck of luminescence from the outside. You wrote about every little thing about me. But one day, somehow, you ran out of words and you got tired of me being your muse. And since then, I wait. Every day and every night I am waiting for you to come back and tell me you are filled with words and metaphors again. Because ever since you left, I never turned off my lights. And love, I did not take sleeping pills again tonight.
an excerpt from @theraserrano’s upcoming book, “Cher Ami” (via theprocast)
Have you ever been in the situation where you’ve been hiding the fact that you’re sad from everyone for a really long time and you’re out in public one day and a complete stranger asks if you’re okay?
It’s kind of sad in a way because secretly you’ve wanted someone to notice you’re unhappy for a really long time… but when a complete stranger asks, you realize just how clearly it’s written on your face and you wonder why the people closest to you never seem to see it.
Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)
dear someone,
i have so many questions i want to ask you but just don’t know how. and because i know for a fact that my voice would break and tears would start streaming down my face if i were to ask you in person, i am writing you this letter. furthermore, i don’t think that you would even listen to me. these days you seem to be ignoring me as if i’m your worst enemy.
how? that would be my first question.
how was it so easy for you to go? to just leave me and not even look back.
why?
why would you leave and why would you leave like that? no explanation. no real goodbye. nothing.
was it even real? what we had, i mean. was it? because i’ve been dreaming so much about you lately that it seems like i can’t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.love, i wish you didn’t shatter my heart. i wish you didn’t make all these promises just to break them. i wish that you could have been honest with me from the beginning. honest about your intentions and your feelings for me.
the last time we were standing in front of each other, looking into your brown eyes made my knees go weak and my heart beat faster. how can someone feel so much and the other just not? i guess i’ll never know because i tend to give people all of me. always. with you it was no different. i gave you all of me, made you my favourite person in this shitty world and hoped that i would be your favourite too.but this is farewell, my love. i hope that a part of you never forgets me. no matter how important i really was to you. i hope that wherever life takes you, it takes you someplace happy. you deserve it, i’m sure of that.
Love always,
e.
e.s. // dear someone. (via pessimisticandrealistic)
My dear, this pain you’re experiencing right now will rip you to shreds but it will not kill you.
It will damage your mind but not your soul.
You have to learn to hate this pain so much, that you strive to rub success in its face.
You have to hate it so much, you make yourself great out of spite.
M.R (via l-ovedeprived)
I like to pretend that I would slam the door in your face if I found you on my doorstep five years from now. I like to think that, given what happened, I’d tell you to get lost and never call me again. If you’d ask why, I’d list all the things you’d ever done to me, all the times you’d broken my heart and made me feel like being myself wasn’t enough. I like to pretend I’d recognise you for the waste of time and tears you were. That you still are.
But there is that small part of me that is afraid. That small part of me that would hold open the door for you and invite you in, the part that would offer you a cup of coffee and remember that you like it with too much sugar. The part of me that still craves your presence on some days and misses the way you brushed my hair from my forehead or
how you laughed too loud or swore too much or let me call you in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep.There is one thing I’m sure of, though. I hope you never show up on my doorstep again because God, I have no idea what I would do.
5 years from now
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though I’m over it, it still hurts.
(via letzte-rose)
Your hands wrapped around my waist,
Tangled in my hair, on my face,
Your mouth, gentle at first, as if exploring mine, then more urgent,
Your gasps, falling into my mouth as you lose all control,
Your eyelashes, fluttering against my cheeks like a thousand tiny butterflies,
Your teeth, carefully taking hold of my lip, searching for a noise,
My hands, gliding across your chest, round your neck, holding your cheeks,
My mouth, pressing hard against yours, always craving more,
My gasps, mingling with yours until they become one sound,
My eyelashes, brushing against your skin as gentle as your first kisses,
My teeth, occasionally daring to grab onto your soft, bruised lip.My heart, always only ever racing for you.
C.C // I could kiss you for hours (via pysciopath)