She lives the poetry she cannot write.. @jazz-writes - Tumblr Blog

Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

i trust people who are nice to animals and tired cashiers

The intimacy of reading someone's eyes

the way i sabotage myself is honestly impressive

you ever feel homesick for a future that hasn’t happened?

not to be dramatic but i genuinely feel like i haven’t been fully known by another human being in years

touch me like you’re scared i’ll disappear by morning

i want someone to look at me like they already decided i’m a problem worth keeping

the older i get the more i understand why people just stare into space sometimes

i just think it’s really sexy when people are kind and weird in equal measure

me? doing well? no but i am being very chill about it

“how are you” is such a violent question sometimes. like do you want the real answer or the safe lie

i try to be chill but my brain writes essays about everything

She lives the poetry she cannot write..