#wordsineversaid

[from--september]

October 3rd:

“The night after my husband

was admitted to a psychiatric hospital,

I held his Smith and Wesson pistol to my head.

But decided to cut open my thighs instead.

I saw butterflies arise from my blood that night.

Hearing his voice echoing, “I love you”

from the hospital payphone reminded me why

I had to stay alive, even on the darkest nights.”

[writer-doesnt-write-blog]

I could hold your heart in my hand and you would still trust me not to break it. I could wrap my fingers around your throat and you would still trust me to let you breathe. You believe in good so deeply, the dark isn't even a possibility to you.

“Your blind faith is going to kill you.” // @writer-doesnt-write

[shywt]

Love locked down

Don’t tie me up in love I want to hang on to every thread of passion Never letting go of a desire to feed my hunger Feed my needs and glorify them in the sun Don’t tie me up in love I need to see the pasture with gold thrones, milk, and, honey… I suppose. Don’t tie me up love Instead can we glance at a resting day Fading into one another as we lay in thousands of threads and blend into the colors as blues and dark hues like simmering pepper on a skillet do you feel it, my nature, my love? I know we all need it but don’t tie me up.

[writer-doesnt-write-blog]

She was a cup of steaming black coffee. Bitter and strong with a nasty aftertaste. I was a caramel frappucino with whipped cream and extra ice. Milky and filled with a false sense of “alive”.

Drink up. // @writer-doesnt-write

[shywt]

Popped a benny, F’ Z henny, you know the drill

[shywt]

[vaggatarian]

[unnerfedxx]

" When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did."

Looking for Alaska, John Green