castieldoesntunderstandproana:

Hello. I just spoke with Polly in Heaven. She told me to tell you to “stop using my fuckin’ pictures on your pro-ana/depression blogs.” 

castieldoesntunderstandproana:

Hello. I just spoke with Polly in Heaven. She told me to tell you to “stop using my fuckin’ pictures on your pro-ana/depression blogs.” 

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"I need you to be clingy because I’m paranoid and I begin to think you don’t like me if you’re not."

My fucked up brain (via emotionalfarts)

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i was taught i owed him sex. i was taught i owed him my happiness and i owed it to him to make him happy. i was taught that my needs weren’t valid. i was taught that his problems mattered more….. an abusive relationship can fuck with your head… but it can also seep into a healthy relationship and force you to internalize abusive behaviors…. 

paralysing-sadness:

Short Term 12 (2013)

paralysing-sadness:

Short Term 12 (2013)

(via death-by-acid)

"How do you get over someone you were never official with?"

because I miss you deeply (via fuckingkisses)

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"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s  (via rauchwolken)

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thinthigh:

previously bec00mingperfect. xx

thinthigh:

previously bec00mingperfect. xx

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(Source: sempeternal, via paperskin-inkscars)

"Just Fuck Me
Don’t be afraid to hurt me.
I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.

Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.

Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.

Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.

Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.

Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.

I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints.

Don’t ask me if I’m ok.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.

Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.

These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.

Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t overthink.

Just fuck me.

"

I don’t want to control.

Elle

www.thecorporatecourtesan.tumblr.com

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I so want a girl like this! Hell yeah!

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