I can smell the fresh, crisp morning air coming through the window behind my bed. Tempted to hop on my bike for a ride on the river walk, but sadly I like being in my bed too much. My world is caving in and I dwell. Stress. Patience. Waiting for all of this bullshit to subside and be over with. So many things I want to do. Things I could do. But I feel constantly weighed down by nonsense. ...
A POEM FOR MY ABUSER
fleurishes: This is how I learned that “no” cannot always save you. That your hands are a prison. That shame is something the body becomes. It has been years since I’ve met my own eyes in the mirror, years since I’ve undressed myself with the lights on. I do not know where to put my body when a boy looks at me like I’m able to save him. I cross the street and look both ways. I do not ...
stylistnotions: Fuck I’m so weird.
[[MORE]]no one really gets how deep all of this goes. on the surface, it may seem like everything is an easy fix and it’ll all be better and be over soon. but years of things built up inside and bad luck and unfortunate events and essentially losing all sight of who I am as a person has taken a toll. Im not really sure where to go from here. Some direction would be nice. Every time I get...
BAD LUCK CONSUMES MY LIFE
Though I do love the progression Beth Cosentino has made with Best Coast, part of me wishes the band still sounded like it did when Make You Mine EP came out
Widowspeak - Burnout + The Girl on a Motorcycle collab
sassings: wish i was witty and cute but instead im sarcastic and annoying
Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or...– Chuck Palahniuk (via her0inchic)