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I AM ALMOST FINISHED SO HAPPY

I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)

c-rooks

a kid from my school just got expelled today for pretending to be russian for 8 months. he pretended he couldn’t read, write or talk english he did good in all his classes because he had all the teachers and principles convinced he just moved from russia, so they didn’t make him do any work

the-man-on-the-mic-deactivated2

Some graduate as scholars, others drop out as legends

late-nights-and-daydreams

The world is filled with girls like me, With fresh cuts on their wrists The world is filled with boys like you, running from a fucked up past we are not one in a million, or even one in a billion Our love story is not unique and it is not special But it could of been, it really could of been

(via late-nights-and-daydreams)

writingsforwinter

Not Your Girl

I come from a grandmother who holds up her c-section

as a trophy, says her skin was so thick her daughters

had to jacknife it open in order to climb out.

All my names mean harbor & surrender.

All my names mean touch me

& you will die.

I don’t mean by way of hemlock or overdose,

not even by way of an axe to the gut,

but by way of poetry.

I’ll write about your trespasses so often you’ll beg,

standing there with dirty mouth & weeping hands,

grief spinning down like motor oil.

Every morning a line of crows comes to the window.

They know not to steal,

to keep their distance, to wait for the scraps

I offer up to them through the pane.

Cherry stems, bitter skins of ginger, breadcrusts

still steeped in butter.

They know not to ask

for what is not yet theirs.

All the ending lines of my poems

will end you too.

Don’t you forget I fought to be here.

Don’t you forget survival runs in the family.

penicillium-pusher

I think it’s hilarious when people tell me I’m laid back because I’ve pretty much been screaming nonstop in my head since like fifth grade

kelseysrecovery-deactivated2014

My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.

(via nymphetrose)

socialnetworkhell

“Consensual sex” is just sex. To say that implies that there is such a thing as “non consensual sex”, which there isn’t. That’s rape. That is what it needs to be called. There is only sex or rape. Do not teach people that rape is just another type of sex. They are two very separate events. You wouldn’t say “breathing swimming” and “non breathing swimming”, you say swimming and drowning.

dimxdada-deactivated20210403

Reblogging this a second time

deluxetoaster

can we start a club for teenagers who were constantly complimented on their intelligence when they were younger and are now having trouble coping with the realization that they’re actually of average intellect at best