GIRL

i want to sleep but i got no energy, ya know? so bloody exhausted up to the point that i can’t close my eyes without crying.

how bloody fitting on a sunday afternoon.

don’t you all just love life sometimes?

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

Top three fave books?

oh, that's such a good question. i love books. i breathe ink on paper. i've bloody read so many. erm, very hard to answer. you're very cruel to ask me of this. i'm sorry if it takes me forever to choose.

however, at the moment, if i was stranded on a desert island with only three books, i would need something that'll keep me always on the edge of my seat like The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe, some poetry because i'm not an imbecile so i'd take LOVE HER WILD by Atticus and, maybe something that i could curl up in bed with like Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl.

i'm such a sucker for american books. they're my guilty pleasure. my british literature arse ought to be ashamed because my mother would bloody disown me.

there’s nothing there! no fair!

new tumblr game: google ur username, go to the images tab, and see what comes up

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

and then she complains i’m too much like her, while refusing to wash the dishes because it would ‘ruin her nails’. like, dude, wear a pair of rubber gloves.

my mom didn’t raise a quitter. she raised a perfectionist who’s so afraid of failing they don’t start anything to begin with

imagine wearing these boots. i so badly want a pair.

Footwear by Elena Velez x MORPH.

The boots must be bolted around the feet using custom bolts.

📸: Tania Diego / Juan Camilo.

LIPS

I could kiss your lips all day, if you let me.

I don't know how you do it. How is it that your lips are the last things that I dream of before I drift off to sleep?

I want no place in heaven if you were my greatest sin. Because the way your lips are flawlessly pressed against my neck, oh my goodness, even just thinking about it, it's a type of paradise I'll never be able to forget. Amazingly, you chose to kiss, over my pulse, over my flushed skin, rather than tearing my throat out with your pristine white teeth and leaving me for dead.

Numerous could claim your kiss is one of the devil, because how is it you have the lips of a sinner but the heart of an angelic saint?

My jaw just so happens to be the perfect shape for your hands when you cup it when you kiss me. I love the taste of your flavoured lip balm and the way your lips effortlessly fit over mine. Your nose occasionally bumps against the skeleton of my glasses and you chuckle when you knock them askew. Your tongue has taken me to places in my mind I have not yet had an opportunity to explore.

Your lips are all I can ponder. They are driving me insane. What spell have you put me under? My love, I demand to know.

BEE KINGSLEY

LIFE

Life is nothing but a mere illusion. A hallucination in which that you breathe. A mirage that blinds you from the crude reality that threatens to smother you whole.

It has the power to take several bites out of your already-bitter soul and spit them right back out, leaving it beyond recognisable, as if it had left a nasty taste in its over-sensitive maw.

Life can be warm and bright, but is covered up by the several worthless lies that lure you into the swirling depths down the darkest crossroads of your sanity, the most ruthless torturer.

It has the power to bleed you dry, to force out the warm red liquid fire that resides within your arteries and veins, fresh as it blossoms scarlet against your droplet-splattered skin.

However, in great contrast, despite that all, deep down, it has the kindest heart.

BEE KINGSLEY

this is so cute, i swear!

"Dunk"