Rise up.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

holy. shit.

“You were the flood that swallowed us whole

this is for the girls who fight their anxiety to get their dream grades

my heart has grown thick with the viscous fluid of thoughts unshared  and traits not shown. some days i can feel it begin to grow lighter and release all of the dense secrets of my being out into a world ready to listen. some days i am  proud and prepared and persistent in my escape, my flight carefully planned on  wings made of words i’m still learning how to say. some days i am on my way to the moon; some days i am almost there; some days i am a lunar resident drinking stardust for breakfast and swinging from a pointed crescent; some days i am almost free; some days i just am. but some days it all comes hurtling back down through my atmosphere, and some days i can’t help but let my heart sink deeper into the soft earth of my stomach, and these days, most days, i am just trying my best not to scream at the moon that it’s being selfish with its stardust and should send some down to the ones that really need it. some days the stars shine brighter than any color i have ever known to exist. but on days like this day–as the moon begins to fall, and the day begins to end– the color fades.