Natalia Vela

I began to lose fingers from the frostbite in beds I should have never crawled into. My lips cracked from from kissing mouths that would never say my name.

I’d give anything to go back to that night you and I shared only with two bottles of wine and Christmas lights.

Afternoon of Christmas Day, and all but one of the Lawsons would be dead. The bodies of each family member were found with rocks beneath their heads and their arms crossed. To this day the motive and reason behind the murders remains a mystery.

Just because you don’t remember your assault doesn’t mean you weren’t assaulted.

Sometimes forgiveness doesn’t serve you. Sometimes forgiveness only serves the person holding the knife.

I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, its potency too much for my overworking heart and overthinking mind.

Let’s make this year a little different.

Loving you was painful but it was the most ethereal thing I’ve ever known.

Knowing that you’re out there somewhere and not with me somehow feels like a loss, somehow feels like a death I’ve got to grieve.

You can’t call yourself a horror fan if you haven’t read any of Lovecraft’s work.

Sending her letter after letter, the actress lived in fear for her life. He would write that if it wasn’t him, he had friends that could kill her, and that upon his release he promised he would find her and finish what he started.

I never feel hurt or used by you. I don’t stop replying to your texts. You never meet her months later.

Don’t give any of yourself away to the guy you only hear from on weekend nights after the bars have closed down. Don’t give your heart to the guy who waits to text you when he’s bored on Wednesday night.

Gerald’s Game by Stephen King. If you haven’t already watched the film adaptation on Netflix, then hold off until you have read the book. You will not regret doing so. This stands out as one of the biggest mind fucks of all time.

i leave this city and you’re still there. you’re everywhere. in that song, in that couple acting like they’re not a couple at the bar.

Theodore (Ted) Robert Bundy confessed to killing 36 women across several states, starting in Washington and moving east to Utah, Colorado, and closer to his demise to Florida from 1974-1978. The exact number of his victims is unknown. In a memoir written by one of his defenders, John Henry Browne, he recalls a time Bundy disclosed to him that the number of his victims was somewhere near 100.

Maybe I’ve just been lonely. Maybe it’s just been too long since I kissed someone. Maybe it’s been too long since I kissed someone and liked it. Maybe that’s all there is to this.

I want you to know I would do things differently now. I wouldn’t be so cynical, I wouldn’t close myself off the way I did, I wouldn’t have doubted your intentions, I wouldn’t have refused to believe that maybe I deserved more than all I had ever known.