don’t give me the microphone

when you are eating chips you will often be like well how about one more chip? and then you will eat one more chip and be like well how about one more chip? and what do you think happens after that?

reminder to self: you can be sad about the change before accepting the change

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

slow tongue kissing

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

someday i’ll tell you what love is like. i’ll write about your lips. i’ll wake up without the haunting, your scent lingering on me, i’ll write about fresh wounds. i’ll fill the void with your golden laughter, a melody that rings in my heart. have you noticed how the sun rises lately, borrowing light from your eyes it knocks on my window every morning, bringing me your soft gaze, your honey eyes, your divine light. the moon longs to sleep in your arms, i’ll write about her yearning, the way she whispers your name to me. i’ll tell you what it’s like to love you when i get the chance to finally love you, when i stop procrastinating on my feelings, when i am less scared and eager to hurt myself, i’ll tell you what it’s like to love someone who isn’t even there.

i wanted to know what love could do to my skin, what flowers could grow from a gentle touch, what tender words would grace my neck. in the spring of love what songs my heart may sing, how the light would pour through my fingertips. i wanted to feel the blooming of poems within my heart, to witness the dyeing of my soul’s fabric, what scents will become my breath, oh! what sound will be my step! i wanted to weave music into my veins but when love called i lost my voice, i screamed, i screamed, soundlessly, eternally. when love reached out i always flinched, always nails out, bare teeth, all knife, no mercy. always clawing and scratching looking for love digging my grave.