dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.
It is keeping me alive
i just want a boy who touches me distractedly
like sitting watching a movie and he just kinds of drags his fingers over your skin while watching and he doesn’t have a motive he’s not trying to tickle you or be sexual with you he’s just touching your skin and feeling the shape of your bones under that skin like it’s physically comforting for him to know that you’re there right under his fingertips
oh fuck i didnt know girls liked when i did this
u ever text someone something risky and every second that they dont respond is another spike in ur blood pressure and u stare at your hand like why did u type that u fool its over the universe is crumbling to pieces this is my demise
"How often", she asked me the night before
“Do you think it’s okay to fall apart?”
We live in a “break it, you pay” kind of culture
A handle falls off of
A coffee mug and suddenly- the entire thing is useless. We lean to sweep evidence beneath the rug, throw broken pieces into a paper bag and never think about them again.
The Japanese knew another way. They mended their broken vases with gold, aggrandized the sharp corners and turned shards of broken pottery into basins that hold light
But here, there’s no room for mistakes.
We give up so easily- on broken toys, snapped piano legs, on each other- and we make believe that even out tongues are bulletproof, as if we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take.
We don’t forgive our broken bowls. We don’t learn to piece them back together. We trip over our own skeletons.
And sweep them back beneath our skin; collect the splattering of our sorrows and flush them down the toilet like
Secrets. Were so ashamed of that which fumbles and falls through our fingers that we forget that
There’s another way; another way instead of going through our days buying coffee at five A.M. And fucking above the covers while rattling and spilling over, our insides bleeding from all the damn glass.
We were never taught that
By the end our lives, we didn’t have to be made of a hundred million cracks. We were never taught that we could have it differently, that we could piece ourselves back together with light,
That our bodies could burn from the inside out."
“The Anatomy of Being” (via theminorwars)