viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2014
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
7 Things I Wish Parents Would Stop Teaching Their Children:
- That nudity is inherently sexual
- That people should be judged for their personal decisions
- That yelling solves problems
- That they are too young to be talking about the things they’re already starting to ask questions about
- That age correlates to importance
- That interacting with someone of the opposite sex is inherently romantic
- That the default for someone is straight and cisgender
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One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
Six.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
”You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
— | The six stages of falling in love with her. // |
martes, 15 de julio de 2014
we are sixteen years old; we drink smooth vodka and smoke marijuana in rooms filled with incense and candlelight. we light cigarettes with cupped hands, holding experience in our palms. we fill our lungs with poison, swallowing numbered capsules, singing under our breath. we are sixteen years old; we cough when we laugh, we cry when we speak. in our memories, records crackle under the din of truth. we buy affection. margaritas in tin bottles, plastic bags in tattered sleeves, and bitter shots of smuggled bourbon are the expectations of our reality. we are sixteen years old; our secrets slip away under a sea of rebellion. we test tolerances and boundaries. on rainy nights, we lie under the stars with no words because we cannot speak. for fear of exposing ourselves. we jump at the echo of footsteps on carpet. we are sixteen years old; we believe our own invincibility until we fall. we blow smoke through our noses and wash the burn away with bitter drinks from stolen glass bottles. we make promises with bated breath and whisper sheltered names. we work to support habits and slip cash from hand to hand. we are sixteen years old; we weren’t meant to live this way. we are children in complex disguise. we know the underground of the city, the lines of our own palms, the crimes we commit easy as a breath in summer. we are not invincible but we believe that we are. we are not wrong, but nothing’s ever right. we are sixteen years old; and we do not know how to be.”
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
jueves, 10 de abril de 2014
martes, 11 de marzo de 2014
jueves, 27 de febrero de 2014
“
- Don’t ever tell anyone they look tired.
- Help people, and if you offer to help someone, follow though.
- Be kind to people who work in retail and food service.
- Let someone know you’re not interested.
- Actually “hang out sometime.”
- Be a little more honest.
- Stop calling each other mean names on the internet.
- Send more letters (not emails) and gifts.
- Give more genuine complements.
- Have more patience while waiting in lines.
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Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
”— | Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time |
i feel like i am only existing. i want to be living. i just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. there’s plenty more. i feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.
miércoles, 19 de febrero de 2014
lunes, 17 de febrero de 2014
domingo, 2 de febrero de 2014
miércoles, 8 de enero de 2014
viernes, 3 de enero de 2014
jueves, 2 de enero de 2014
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