i have been alone my whole life, don’t you see?
you can’t just break my heart by leaving me.
you can’t just break my heart by leaving me.
— sheisartherself, go ahead, try leaving me in ruins.
Kisha.
Bookworm.
April 18th, Aries.
socially awkward.
And this is NOT a happy blog.
Bookworm.
April 18th, Aries.
socially awkward.
And this is NOT a happy blog.
Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.
— Caitlyn Siehl
I fall in love at least four times a day. Today was no different,
the sky looked like a gray blanket bundled around the sun and I couldn’t
help but be swept off my feet like the ground was a broom. I am always
tumbling in dust and it is okay because I know how to pick myself back
up.
tonight,
i am a walking trigger.
a loaded gun.
i
am
hideous.
all hands and no arms;
blood
red and glorious.
i am temporary,
but my memory
is infinite.
i sway,
in heels made for smaller girls.
look at me from far away
or
don't look at me at all.
i am a ghost - no -
i am the ghost.
the ghost your mother
warned you
about.
the ghost so full of love,
but too empty to
hold.
i am a walking trigger.
a loaded gun.
i
am
hideous.
all hands and no arms;
blood
red and glorious.
i am temporary,
but my memory
is infinite.
i sway,
in heels made for smaller girls.
look at me from far away
or
don't look at me at all.
i am a ghost - no -
i am the ghost.
the ghost your mother
warned you
about.
the ghost so full of love,
but too empty to
hold.
— the paradox
I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.
— Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies
We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom.
let her bloom naturally. don’t change her into a flower you saw in someone else’s garden. water her when she needs it, but let her be.