Apollo

dude I hate the fact that I’ve fallen for u and maybe ruin what could have been one great friendship

I hate how I showed some poems that I had written about my feelings and thoughts to some friends and they just laugh at me and humiliated me, I felt like sh*t and now every time I try to write I hear their laughs and judgements, and I feel like a joke. I hate that because I loved writing, it was one of the few that i truly enjoyed and now i feel i can’t do it anymore. 

I wrote yesterday and today, and I can’t wait to write again tomorrow. It’s like a flame that came back to life. I never felt better about my writing and I can surely say war is over. They took me away 3/4 years from one of the things I love the most and they’re not even in my life anymore. I regret so much giving them that power. I’ll come back to writing, even if it’s only in my notebooks, and only for me. I’ll start again and won’t stop this time.

It's always: "wanna hang out" but never "hey let's create a secret society and read literature and poetry"

I'm feeling so fucking left out and forgotten by my friends rn but i know I'm not gonna do anything about it and just keep on letting our friendship slowly deteriorate

Your poets? Dead. Your history? Secret. Your darlings? Killed. You? Probably not straight

reading a book is not enough, i need to scream, gasp, throw up and cry every time something happens

Shout out to all the notes-app poems, love letters, secrets, novels, diary entries, bucket lists and lyrics that were hurredly typed into people’s phones at 3am and then hidden from the world and forgotten. Maybe one day you’ll open the app and laugh at how pretentious you were, or maybe you’ll smile at that part of yourself that noone else saw