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shoesizelies · 4 years
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I get seized by urges to tell you I love you
Like, maybe you don’t know
But you do
Maybe, if I tell you one more time, you’ll take me back
But you won’t
I strain to remember if I told you enough
I worry that I didn’t
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 4 years
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Oh, to run my fingers along your dripping skin
Cascades of sweat between us
The humidity of our bodies
Rivers of our passion
Currents of our love
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 4 years
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After midnight in the city
Summer’s dark, and hot, and windy
Fearless
because I’m careless
Walking down the streets alone
Back to where I once called home
-ssl
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shoesizelies · 4 years
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Anyone under 70 years old: “my partner is the love of my life.”
Me: “really? How do you know? That’s a nice but isn’t it a little unrealistic..? Or do you mean up until this point right now?
Anyone: “I love my pet more than my partner. My pet is my soulmate. I would rather die than live one second without my pet.”
Me: “completely relatable truth. Scientifically proven indisputable fact!”
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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The memories we had
One week ago, at this time, I was with him. He was at my house, and we were cuddling and watching a movie. I was playing with his hair and he had his arms around me and my head was pressed up against his chest. The blanket we were using even still smells like him. And it’s hard. It’s so hard for me to think that one week ago at this time, it was like that. Even though at that point, he had already hit me and hurt me so much, it was one of those nights where I felt like the old him came back. Although, I do realize, that don’t miss the person he truly is, I miss the person I thought he was. I don’t even know how I felt safe in his arms one week ago. And yet it still doesn’t change the fact that when I picked up that blanket and I realized it smelled like him, I cried. I cried so much. It’s the first time I’ve cried since seven broken. I felt ashamed at first for crying. Everyone is around me is saying that I shouldn’t miss him, and that I shouldn’t still love him, and that I’m going to be happier without him. But how can they say that when one week ago, we did have a night where he was being the loving boyfriend that didn’t hit me or make me feel bad. How can they say that when a after he came over we went to a movie and we cuddles and joked around and fell asleep on FaceTime that night. How can they say that when just 4 days ago, at this time, he was still my boyfriend. That’s when I learned, it’s okay to miss him/her, even when they have abused you. It’s okay for myself to remember the good times and feel sad. Even though it was an abusive relationship, it was still a relationship that was a big part of you life. It’s okay to grieve, and cry, and be hurt. You have that right. So display your emotions, don’t bottle it all up, and know that everything you’re feeling is valid.
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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I’ve done a lot of thinking and overthinking and I’ve searched my soul and his eyes.
I’ve spoken to friends, and family, professionals, and strangers.
I’ve tried to analyse my choices. Am I making the right decisions? Are my decisions healthy? Or too influenced by my past?
I’ve tried to find some meaning, and the answer to my question:
“What is love?”
It’s different for everyone, at any time.
I don’t want to say love can hurt us.. but we all know it does, and yet.. hurting being common, does not make it acceptable.
I want to say, love shouldn’t hurt us, and I hope as individuals, we all try to do best for the people we care about.. who knows? Maybe one day people will love harmlessly.
We all make mistakes. We’re all capable of making up for them, and learning from them.. and hopefully avoiding, making them again.
We are all, also, capable of forgiveness.
In the depths of my heart I want this.
I could tell you many things..
Romantic, shameful, hopeful. Things that might make you worry, or angry, or happy, or sad.
There’s nothing you could say.. encouraging or otherwise.. that I haven’t tortured or gladdened myself over already.
Ultimately you’ll choose to support us, or you won’t.
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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It was the bigger things first. I’d miss touching you, or seeing your face, or falling asleep next to you, or hearing your voice. I missed you as a lover.
Time passed and it became the little things I missed most. Tagging you in posts, sending you a funny meme, messaging you about the ridiculous things that happened during my day. I missed you as my best friend.
I still do.
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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How quickly it changed. Loving you with all my heart, then screaming at the stars to please please give me the strength to never take you back. I couldn’t go through it a second time, and yet, here I am, loving you with all my broken heart’s pieces.
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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i honestly believe human beings are not meant to live like this. we are meant to live in loving communities and be around nature every day and grow our own food and create art and not work day and night until we die. this longing for another life is not human nature, it’s a symptom of modern society.
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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“if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands”
(via solacity)
I will never not reblog this
(via nuedvixx)
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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You’re like the tide, dragging me in, pulling me under, I don’t know if I’m up or down, I just know I can’t breathe. Exciting, terrifying, I can’t find my way back from you, I’m drowning.
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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What have I done? What the fuck have I done?
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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Male: hello
Me, having listened to 5 true crime podcast episodes today: kill any women and children lately 😑😒
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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“The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.”
— (hatin)
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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When we were together, I had my doubts, but my god I loved you. Everything I had concerns about weren’t really that important, I knew we could work through them. When it happened though.. that thing I don’t want to name.. that changed it. The way I felt about you, the energy between us. Right or wrong, acceptable or not, the obligations, the trust, the loyalty, the commitments, the way I viewed your love for me... all changed. I should have been stronger, and I should have just let you go, but I held on, and I made promises and I told you I still wanted you even though I didn’t.. and now the tables have turned, and I’m the one who made empty promises. I’m the one who kept saying I loved you, when I don’t think I did anymore. I think my heart shattered when it happened, and loving you wasn’t something I was capable of any longer. But it was habit and it was familiar and it eased some of my suffering to tell you it would be ok. So now I’m the one whose sorry, I’m the bad guy, and that’s ok, I deserve to be. What I’m trying to say is
I’m sorry
- ssl
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shoesizelies · 5 years
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This is both appealing and repelling. Fuck I need counselling.
🙈👀 what if we kissed 😘 in a long-term loving relationship 😳😏
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