im sinking
im sinking
sinking
sinking
sinking
and she doesn’t care
and i dont care
and he doesn’t care
and now we all dont give a fuck.
so what is there left but my apathy and my scars?
Sometimes we hurt ourselves on the outside to kill the thing on the inside.
—girl, interrupted
—For Emma
with all your lies…you are still very lovable..
(Source: hellgrammite)
shame, shame, shame.
it should be a shame, really-
that this life should be so sweet,
so good.
even to me.
and to you.
when we have been so bad,
so undeserving,
of such pure and total beauty.
but please don’t let it hold you back.
taste the sugar on your tongue.
lift your spirit-
and sing.
forever, forever ago,
you made it your own.
it was yours,
and still is.
such selfish selfish children.
who would have thought?
dearest.
he may be sleeping in your heart or in your bed or under those very stars. but he may be not. you may be drinking thinking and inhaling the scent of cloves and winter sleepy. but maybe you are not. maybe you are so scared to fail. maybe you cant let go of something beautiful. maybe, with all your demanding confidence and draining, draining, droning soul- you are yet but a girl in the wayward world. and you accept to yourself right now that maybe you can’t take it. (but maybe you can.)
I’m going to run though the streets because this is, ultimately, what I was born to do.
I just opened my eyes and, let me tell you, love, the world is so beautiful.
So fucking beautiful.
So kiss my bruises and you can wrap your fingers around mine-
because we’re leaving this second.
We aren’t going to stop.
Let your shoes hit the pavement, now.
It’s time to go on an adventure.
what it is now.
and i keep thinking about new orleans and how i havent really lived yet. not until ive seen those streets. no, not yet.
Not all of us have the luxury of committing ourselves, you know.
Halloween!
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
—William Shakespeare (via lifesomeday)
(Source: quote-book)
Looking at orion’s belt. Wishing on a hope. Watching Venus pass slowly overhead in the cool chill of night. And thanking God I am alive. This is it. This is living. I have so much to do. So many plans. But I take this small moment to appreciate the world. And remind myself not to be overwhelmed.
I am alive, and for this I am extremely grateful.
Thank you thank you thank you.
My heart beats yet, in my throbbing chest.
My blood runs hot in my pressured veins.
Oh yes. Alive still, and with hope. So much hope for my future.
