what if I never break? what if I walk forever undamaged never dying never meeting anend what if I never …
Just told a pun so bad my boyfriend kicked over the kitchen trash can in a fit of rage. This is the closest gif I could find to symbolise it.
I’m asking because I really want to know. In a way, if it’s something that happened in the past, it kind of feels weird mentioning it to someone. But if a person is becoming a friend, you want them to know you better, right? I feel like if someone doesn’t at least know that I…
so we’re going down this route? let’s pretend this is fiction. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t there’s too much of it there’s just too much of it when will it end when will it go away I just can’t I’m sorry I can’t go anywhere without it It’s been a bad week.…
I’m just trying to keep afloat today. There is a reason why the number twelve is at the top of the clock face. It’s because each hour is an aspiration, every day completion an accomplishment. but this is mouth-numbingly painful
Remember when you were a kid and you thought working for a living was fun? Sitting behind your travel agency and putting plastic coins in your till, acting like a tiny adult in your plastic world with your plastic kitchen oven and washing machine, teaching your dolls their ABCs, putting plastic food in your plastic…
I wrote a poem for you and then looked up at the ceiling. I don’t know why, because there’s nobody there, or so I told myself, but now, now I feel something like eyes on me through a two-way mirror or the haziness of an early morning reverie. I don’t know if you are or…
I wish they hadn’t given you a front row seat to your own private horror show. I wish you could have stayed and just watched mine from afar instead and helped me pick up the pieces after. You would have been equipped with just the right broom to sweep up the room, and then you…
In the dusty haze of dusk when the sun glistens and the night listens for its cue there you are as the early summer heat meets defeat and the pitter-patter drizzle sizzles on the street I see you when glassy daylight shatters and all that’s left is midnight matter your glowing eyes amidst crazed chatter…
When you’re struggling with breathing, it’s time to stop reading – switch off your brain when thinking about screening leads to real life screaming I probably am scared of death but mainly I am afraid of this body and that is far more immediate. What will it do next? But my problems aren’t for you…