midnight and metaphors
I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I’m afraid I’ll stutter. (Ned Vizzini)
What if all I am is the silence my scars scream out
when healing on their own? Do you think you can
hear me? Am I loud enough as though I am speaking
through a microphone that embraces static
every two seconds? I could tear my lungs out for you.
Here take it: My ribs, this pulse.
This body is a galaxy beating less. This body,
with its every fold, is a planet colliding with another
because my heart no longer beats like the sun,
no longer swallowing beams of the moon.
I just lie here for hours. My bones are rusty,
the hinges have been drinking alcohol raindrops
and now it’s too drunk to think its capable
of saying your name without slurring. My throat
is a cave that has forgotten how to echo words back.
I will tell you about happiness in whispers. I will tell you
I am happy when I am with you, I am always.
Here take it: A pack of lies. I love you, excluding.
I hate you. I hate you. I will always hate you
but that’s not even enough to make me forget I love
you, a thousand folds more.
Kharla M. BrilloI am happy when I am with you, I am always. 

(via spidermeagan)

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Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.
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If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
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Loneliness is hearing
everyone talk about the stars
but only ever noticing
the hollowed out spaces
between them.
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when the possible body knocks on your hotel door an hour
before dawn, when you’ve been waiting on an honest
naked for days, sending away the whiskey-sloshed
and fawn-eyed, only the fool or the masochistic prude
chooses sleep. sometimes we fuck as punctuation.
a separation between two independent moments, we fuck
like a semicolon. ride the hyphen in alarm clock defiance.
trouble the dreams of our mothers with visions of intertwined
commas, their stems like wrists, tops like fists, is it going
too far to say break me open like a sentence begging
to be diagrammed. to say press the hard nouns
of your teeth to the direct object of my hip, leave me
something tender to finger on the airplane,
some boneshadow of what we made and gave all away
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Hi! So I'm interested in being a double major too and I was wondering if you graduated in 4 years? I assume being a double major is hard and would take longer to graduate

yes. i did. i’m 20, i  got into college at 16 and now i’m working at my first job. it was hard, all the blood and sweat and late nights, but it was worth it. i was the only one who graduated with that double major so, it was pretty proud of myself. you can do it too, luv. dreams are reachable. 

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Some days breathing is both too much and not enough.
10 Word Poem" series - #88 (via a-ngxr)

(Source: lettersto-savemyself, via a-ngxr)

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I read what you leave in public spaces.
The songs you reference.
The quotes you quote.
I know it’s about me.
I can feel you thinking of me.
I want to tell you that I know and admit that I feel the same.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
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egrescio mused
I have always wanted to take Psychology in college, and Literature at the same time. I read your about page and found out that you graduated in both. Did you take them simultaneously or one after the other?

took them both. i have double major degree. :))

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What if all I am is the silence my scars scream out
when healing on their own? Do you think you can
hear me? Am I loud enough as though I am speaking
through a microphone that embraces static
every two seconds? I could tear my lungs out for you.
Here take it: My ribs, this pulse.
This body is a galaxy beating less. This body,
with its every fold, is a planet colliding with another
because my heart no longer beats like the sun,
no longer swallowing beams of the moon.
I just lie here for hours. My bones are rusty,
the hinges have been drinking alcohol raindrops
and now it’s too drunk to think its capable
of saying your name without slurring. My throat
is a cave that has forgotten how to echo words back.
I will tell you about happiness in whispers. I will tell you
I am happy when I am with you, I am always.
Here take it: A pack of lies. I love you, excluding.
I hate you. I hate you. I will always hate you
but that’s not even enough to make me forget I love
you, a thousand folds more.
Kharla M. BrilloI am happy when I am with you, I am always. 
31.7.14 | 93 notes
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in—told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream and more. Remind each other of this.
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Heaven exists.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
Hell exists.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.
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What a pleasure
it is
to be alive,
at the same time
as you.
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But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.
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