keeping face.

you wake up my heart and walk to my world.

[wnq-writers]

It felt like I was suffocating, suffocating in my own skin. Knowing that there wasn’t anyone who could hear my scream from inside. I laid there calmly, starring out the window. I wanted to cry, cry to the point where I couldn’t breathe but there was nothing but silence.

theeunsp0ken  (via palmerwrites)

[rababitsummer]

[lifeinpoetry]

She was her father’s daughter but she’d inherited her mother’s black anger. It burned through her sometimes like a chemical fire, brief and devastating and utterly unstoppable.

Amber Sparks, from “The Cemetery for Lost Faces,” The Unfinished World: And Other Stories (via lifeinpoetry)

[visualkpop]

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