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Can you link to poems about falling in love??
Anonymous

Muelle Lago Huillinco, Chiloé

You remind me of backshelfpoet xx
Anonymous

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backshelfpoet ???? @d.a.s.??? 
you don’t know how much of an honor that is :)

Wait wait wait wait wait I remind you of Val? Val reminds you of me???? 

Life goal completed, I can die happy now.

don’t you start with me, you’re absolutely amazing

I will figHT YOU ON THIS 

d.a.s

don’t rebLOG MY SELFIES WITH NICE TAGS VAL I’LL BLUSH AND GIGGLE 

You remind me of backshelfpoet xx
Anonymous

theseoverusedwords:

backshelfpoet:

theseoverusedwords:

backshelfpoet ???? @d.a.s.??? 
you don’t know how much of an honor that is :)

Wait wait wait wait wait I remind you of Val? Val reminds you of me???? 

Life goal completed, I can die happy now.

don’t you start with me, you’re absolutely amazing

I will figHT YOU ON THIS 

You remind me of backshelfpoet xx
Anonymous

theseoverusedwords:

backshelfpoet ???? @d.a.s.??? 
you don’t know how much of an honor that is :)

Wait wait wait wait wait I remind you of Val? Val reminds you of me???? 

Life goal completed, I can die happy now.

giggletoday said: WHERE did you get the chain earring thing for your helix/lobe? (forgive me for my lack of eloquence…)

THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO D.A.S’ LEFT EAR

I was tagged by caswitch to post six pictures of myself, so here you go (◡‿◡✿)

I’m tagging alonesomes, 5000letters, lipfused, overwhelmington, exahele, and vapourise

And they would say
‘She’s such a hungry girl’ but their faces would not fit their words.
I could see their true thoughts –
It is too much – she wants too much –
Eyes too big for her tiny tummy – she wants more than she can handle.

They forgot that I grew up in a cage,
My fingers and face pressed to the glass walls,
Always breaking the illusion of freedom
To those on the other side, who saw the colourful blood
Pushed from my flesh, till I was blueish pale and sickly.
My stomach was so small, but I knew it could stretch.
Then, I was just planning ahead, Designing dreams for the future.

It was a world that demanded so much
From a girl it would never give to.
You must remember it – don’t you remember
It, love? The incessant chime of
Not good enough
Not pretty enough
Not small enough not quiet enough not sweet enough.
Not enough not enough not enough –
Never enough.

And now I am a woman with a flame in my throat
Spitting back the words they used to bind me.
I never used to feel anything – a void of a child, empty and numb – but now –
But now emotion is my addiction.
I want space and stars and power and pain and pleasure.
I
Want
More.

I am a fire running through the forest –
Everything is caught in the blaze,
Until I run out of trees to jump to,
Out of green that I can consume.
I am a sandstorm you will not find your way out of –
You can try to run but your feet will sink
Into the desert dunes and
You will disappear into a cloud of dust.
I am the thing that lurks in your shadow –
Something caught in the periphery
It will be too late when you realise –
I will devour you, darling.

This world is never enough – will never be enough.
I will always ache for more, crave it desperately
Like the last few drops shaken violently from the bottle.

They still say
‘Such a hungry girl’ (although I am eighteen with sharp teeth and curved hips)
But hunger is not the word they should crown me with.
It is not a need that can be satisfied or satiated.
It is want, pure and selfish.
An unappeasable appetite.
The word they want (the word I want) is
More.

"La Fringale" Emma (via feministfatales)
Sansdiego