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The Love Between The Monsters Inside Of Us All

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My names Nicole and this is what is inside of my head. Things that go along with Doctor Who, music, and anything else that comes up into my mind. Enjoy <3


Field of Colours (by think4d)


Field of Colours (by think4d)



depression is when you don’t really care about anything

anxiety is when you care too much about everything

and having both is just like what

Having both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.

Sep 4th at 9PM / via: rustingawayslowly / op: evxlution / 14,103 notes


I want to be skinny, hot, beautiful, rich, etc., but the thing I really want is to be happy.






"I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people I love."

Sep 4th at 9PM / via: sunbun / op: sandandglass / 141,591 notes



this is literally the most beautiful love story my god

i aspire to have this marriage

Sep 4th at 9PM / via: sexual-passion / op: sexual-passion / 149,242 notes

Sep 4th at 9PM / 0 notes

Can I just be dead already?

Jun 14th at 6PM / 2 notes

I really dont know how much longer I can handle this.

I’m not happy, i want to be. But he keeps bringing my heart down along with my spirit. 

I just need something to keep my mind off of things, otherwise I dont know how much longer I can handle this on my own. 


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.