I’m waiting to experience new colors. It’s been grey for a while now.
00:12 (via piiss)
When the stream stops flowing
Sometimes
When I quiet my thoughts
long enough
I can hear it
The gentle ripples of
the ever flowing
Stream from my
heart to head
But most of the time
My head is locked away
In a room with millions
Of bees
Buzzing and stinging
Always fucking stinging me
And I’m so frustrated with these damn bees
That I forget about the river
Or maybe I just don’t believe it’s there
Maybe it never was
Maybe the calm will never come
But if the bees win
And my blood stops pumping
And the stream stops flowing
What do you think it feels like to drown?
1:23 AM
I am bad at leaning
I have tried to be independent
As long as I can remember
When I turned 9
I tried to throw my own surprise party
I thought my family would forget
Everyone was preoccupied
In 5th grade my teacher decided
She did not like me
So I tried to teach myself
I went to the library
And spent hours with our librarian
Going over the math problems
My teacher refused to help me with
When I was 13 I dated a boy
Too old for me
I knew he would leave
And so I pretended I didn’t care
When he kissed other girls
I thought I was showing him
I didn’t need him
I have never entrusted myself
To anyone
But when I’m with you
You grab my hands that tremble
You make me breathe
When I harden my heart
To brace myself from the stings
Of the people closest to me
You trace the lines of my shell
Until I’m reminded that I love
The feeling of your fingertips too much
To stay so protected
Because you are the one person to not only bust through the door, but to take every damn wall I had built up with it
You make it easy to lean on you
Feel it. The thing that you don’t want to feel. Feel it, and be free.
Nayyirah Waheed (via love-inspire-universally)
Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth.
Anis Mojgani, from “Cradle” in Songs from Under the River (via kilolux)
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.
Unknown (via misjudgments)
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