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diet-coke-diaries · 4 years
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She looks beautiful like this
Deer in headlights
Tracks back to home
Eyes shine bright
Back to everything they ever lost
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diet-coke-diaries · 4 years
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fucked up & twisted that we live in a world with only two lorde albums
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The wolves fear red
Not because the cape
But for the fact its spilling from her mouth more often then not
-Alpha
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diet-coke-diaries · 4 years
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I have not written in so long
I've forgotten how words have tasted
Plucking them off the page one by one
How much freedom this gives me
Makes me think it should be illegal
Devouring such fiends
Such sins could not atone for this
- the rebirth
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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hello hi yes my talents include:
being touch starved
yearning
wanting a girlfriend
being touch starved but like a second time
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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Death, as it turns out, is not as they say. It is not cold or icy or dark. It is feverent, hot hands pushing on your insides, fire filling your lungs, makes it's way up your throat until you're coughing up smoke. It is fast and burning like a match going up in flames, then flickering out and dying just as fast as it came.
It wasn't supposed to end this way (that's what they all say)
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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I’m damaged baby you gotta love me a lil different
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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listen, I’m not the biggest fan of kids but if a child looks at me then you bet I’m gonna smile back at them. kids deserve to experience the world as a kind and safe place to explore okay.
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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I'm purging blue
Blue is bruises
is the worst memory
is trauma coming back to me
Blue like how you never seemed to exist without violence like how I always seemed to sit in silence
Blue like how you pushed my shoulders into the couch held me down tried to break me blue like the anger in your hands when it didn't work
Blue as in it's almost halloween and i haven't eaten anything without throwing up for the past six months
as in I wish I could look at myself without feeling like I'm hurting a million other girls by not talking
as in everytime I see blue or anything that reminds me of you I want to jump off a fucking building
Because god knows that would hurt less than what it was like be in a relationship with you
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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I am a girl and because I am a girl I know the art of silence while being attacked
A man no a boy once did unspeakable things to me violent disgusting things i don't like think about and that is also part of being a girl
I don't talk about it no one talks about it it's been swept under the rug nice and smooth and easy like how I didn't scream when I should have or bite down when should have or do anything like I should have
It's festering at the bottom of my stomach like wasps making a new home out of me and I think of all the girls you are going to hurt and I have to apologize
Sorry I didn't scream sorry I didn't go to the police sorry I didn't bite down sorry I'm still silent sorry that by default I am also the one hurting you
Sorry sorry sorry sorry
Always apologizing when I don't need to when they don't deserve it which is also part of being a girl
And because I am a girl I know not to scream when it counts most
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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You burned my cheek with your fiery kiss
I love you but you don't love me
I've learned to stay in the shadows
Darkness has been my friend for awhile now
I can't be with you
I know
So I'll turn my back and let the shadows take me
But know we will be together once more my love
Soon night will rise again and then we'll be free once more
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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SOFT BOY - speaks in only the language of flowers, was never taught to say no.
SOFT BOY - has tragedy in his bones, and bruises from his fingers.
SOFT BOY - wrapped in flowers, dressed in honey, bees in his throat.
SOFT BOY - glossy lips choking on words bigger then him, he lives three miles from his home.
SOFT BOY - learns that home can be friends with comfy couches, but he still walks by that house everyday.
SOFT BOY - training to be rough, he won’t ever let anyone touch him again.
ROUGH BOY - bruises around his wrists, knives in his sleeves, razor blade on his tongue.
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diet-coke-diaries · 5 years
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Maybe this is the sad part
You know the sad part
Like in movies
tv shows
books
The part where everything is falling apart
The part where breaking your hand on the pavement would be less painful then this
The part where you're pretty sure you're dieing but every one around you is just smiles and laughs
The part where you're scrubbing hand prints and bruises off you and they're still laughing
And god you wish they would just shut up already
Or just frown or cry or hit the wall or something just to let you know you are not the only one feeling this way
This is the sad part
You try not to cry
A few minutes go by
This is the happy part
The movie
Tv show
Book
Ends.
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