I don’t like to talk about what hurts.
Do you know what people want more than anything? They want to be missed. They want to be missed the day they don’t show up. They want to be missed when they’re gone.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.
its 6:51 am. there’s a free worldwide shipping in society6. let me repeat that. there’s a free worldwide shipping in society6. can somebody buy me an art print? can somebody buy me a freaking art print?! its 6:52 am. i am a tiny person. my bed is sexier than me.
I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.
I want to spend a decade on just your hands,
until I can tell yours apart from someone else’s
just by brushing past them.
I am a tiny person
with only two hands.
I am trying to love the world
around decades of war
and skittish heartbeats.
I am afraid.
It hasn’t been easy,
but I am trying.
I haven’t stopped loving, yet.
So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t
pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved,
he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never
forgive you, and maybe now he’ll never leave you alone.
this emptiness i'm feeling right now is so heavy. i feel so alone and nobody could understand what my heart wants to say. i want to be heard but no one could so everyday i tell myself to be strong, that i have my own wings too. that every time it feels like drowning, i must swim alone and i could be a mermaid. i'm not waiting for any salvation anymore but i still do wish someone would. someone who would hold my hands while i'm saving myself
you are not alone, not unless you let yourself be alone and eventually be lonely. its hard to open up, its prolly one of the hardest things in this world, its like taking your demons out for a run and see how people would react to it in the flesh. but its a way, if not the only way, to feel a little less of an ounce lighter. someone will hold your hand. someone wants to and someone needs you to hold it back. let that someone in.
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
I write to feel the sun on my skin, to see the smile on your face, a face I've never seen, but I see that smile nonetheless. I write for the rainy days, that cry out to the earth. I write for my bad days, and my good ones. I'll write to the end of time, and maybe then will I write something worth reading.
to the moon and back luv. we’ll write to the moon and back. and when we are done we’ll take on the entire galaxy next.