Isn't it selfish, too
To make people laugh,
Blush their own cheeks,
While knowing you won't be around
To sustain some stability?
To know you're walking a tightrope
And pretending there's a parachute?

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Isn't it selfish, too
To make people laugh,
Blush their own cheeks,
While knowing you won't be around
To sustain some stability?
To know you're walking a tightrope
And pretending there's a parachute?
does one have to “be okay”? is it not enough to simply, be “feral” and “sleepless”?
i guess. journal entry
Our Conversations 2.0 2019
happy pride month to everyone and especially lesbians
beauty is fake bc when you love someone all their features blend together and to you they look like this: ❣️❤️❣️❤️❣️
Do you ever look at guys hands and think fuck yes
me at 1 pm: borderline comatose, eyes need to be propped open, behaviorally indistinguishable from lichen
me at 1 am: planning an expedition to neptune, listening to three songs at once, blood has become liquid copper
the female impressionists…………………… they Knew……………..
she Knows…………. she Gets It………….
she Knows…………………..
these ladies? they Know……….
summer/love
she is the summer love
that the movies always show;
in theaters now, the hit of the century,
sparkling like the lake by the house you adore or
the white lines across the bathroom counter,
everything is bright when she arrives –
but only after the thaw.
they say that feelings come and go like seasons,
and in the fall it seems as though any warmth
is good enough for you,
a winter love that is only bitter,
and biting cold,
simulating warmth under old sheets that you definitely
fucked her on,
falling apart at the first signs of spring proves
what I already know –
there is something so happy in warmth and something so resigned
in gray skies,
knowing the flatline is coming and doing nothing
to stop it.
howdy
Anyway
My hair is long now,
I know you've noticed,
But I also know your fingers are caught
In your mouth
And you couldn't speak
If you wanted to;
I am way over my head
Heels toppling, tripping over a love
You could never replace,
I only miss what I pictured for us,
Not the walls
Or the wire
You left around your feet
For me to harm myself on.
I can't stop being angry
Because you have made it so
Easy
To fucking hate you for how
Your knife teeth sunk into me and kept
Me there with a few "I love you"'s
I am your farewell,
Take your threats and throw them into
The smoke I have left for you
Die.
you were my last young renegade heartache it only took one night
concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live