Maybe I’m just not super “with it” in fashion, but a pony tail is literally throwing your hair up out if the way.
The Phoenix sun makes my skin look transparent. These cigarettes are killing me but they help with the stress.
My son is going to his fathers this weekend while I drill with my national guard unit. I hate sending him there, but legally I have to. The abuse he put me through was somehow labelled as not a threat to our son. He’s never shown warning signs and never hurt our son, but dropping off your child with someone who abused you is terrifying. I’m supposed to be a soldier, but when I see him adrenaline will course through my veins and my hands will shake. I’m supposed to be a soldier, but fear for my sons well being isn’t something they could cure me from. I will walk straight into my own destruction. I would meet my ex without my son and be able to stare him straight in the face with no fear, no shaking, just readiness. But having no choice in leaving my son with him? He’s found a way to channel my fear, even now.
Recipe for guilt-free doughnuts.
pure white fire ignites the flesh
and as you pour yourself into me
I realize now why molten lava is beautiful
you burn me from the inside out
turn my bones into liquid moans of I love you
darling, oh darling you drive me insane
with the motion of your fluid hands
you drench me in fiery haven
so with such earnest I release myself to you
and thunder escapes between my lips
as lightning surges through this soul
my body dissolves into an everlasting rain
you’ve turned me into a natural disaster
|—||(mw.) making love to you is a sin (via driftinggrace)|
things that make you feel powerful
- matching lace underwear
- heels (and the clicking noise they make when you walk and you know you lookin hot)
- red lipstick
- perfect coal black eyeliner
- curled hair
- freshly done nails
- cute new clothes
Things that make me feel powerful:
- Being in full battle rattle for field training.
- Shooting my M16
- Maxing my PT test
I’m now on the divergent side.
I like Tris better than Katniss and I’m not ashamed.
The awkward moment when you’re too proud to accept a wheelchair, but you’re in severe pain.
If I’ve learned anything in this Army, it’s that you’re considered weak and you’re bullied and humiliated if you’re injured.