〈 Momentary Ideal 〉

it’s painfully easy to disappoint yourself when you’re your own worst critic. remember how far you’ve come as often as you acknowledge your weaknesses.

Every word has an intention. 
Every person does too.

I want to prison the smoke that fills my lungs and never let it escape because fresh air isn’t fresh anymore and real people aren’t real anymore.

Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.

Call me a sinner / Mock me maliciously; / I was your sleeplessness, / I was your grief.

Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.

even as you threw his belongings into hungry flames, you knew he would never let you be.

one does not require a rifle to be at war with themselves.