[sustancy]

nicolle mae

[proevil]

The most aesthetic walkway

[huzeysaid]

[tackled]

[thnkfilm]

[abandonedography]

[abigailkart]

how to save your own life 2/6

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[love]

[dryyoureyes-startbelieving]

[lord-nott]

And if your carpet Made my face itch, It’d still be heaven In my head.

[alfaazkibarsaaat]

The point of this poem is  we all want to die just to see who cries at our funerals  is that I have been to more funerals  than weddings this past year The point of this poem is  I have stared at my phone hoping someone would call  more times than I have picked it up and dialed the number myself is that loneliness is the uncle who always shows up at the holidays  and never leaves the table first. 

The point of this poem is  that my lips learnt the language of my father’s fists  when I was thirteen and  I have been speaking it fluently ever since  is that there are monsters hiding under the beds of all our bodies  my father just never seemed to leave his. 

The point of this poem is  falling out of love is the same as having a phantom limb  I am still learning how to hold hands without you how to hold on without you  is do you remember when I said I was terrified of being alone?

The point of this poem is  someone got shot today.  a little girl is being raped right now  a mother is crying over a closed casket and there is not a fucking thing  this poem can do about it  The point of this poem is  that sometimes there is no fucking point  but sometimes, there are two- and enough ink to draw a line between them  and touch the beating, breaking heart  at the other end. 

[misswallflower]

“Eat Your Heart Out” is a series of words remembered from break-ups reimagined as something sweet.

by Isabella Giancarlo

[homietwt]

[lunebae]

[love]

[vcrgal]

[amanda-laya-deactivated20150609]

[timbllr]

stretch for unknown by flannel feeling