"Perhaps, all I mean to say is that I adore you. Because, in a way, I think I can be senseless with you and still make sense. Because you’re devastatingly real."
Back home, the girls are not soft —
they pit peaches with their teeth,
drink sadness like they’re starving.
They always dance alone,
listen to songs with lyrics
about strawberry wine.
They blossom like beer bottles,
wear october on their shins,
split open, screaming —
a foreign rose
for a fight.
"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst."
Yara Bashraheel (via sigh-twombly)
"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."
She was always holding my hand (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
Standing in the kitchen, sweeping the air with my hand, I say
“Guess who’s seasonal depression has already started in full swing?”
And I lower the knife into a pan of homemade pumpkin pie bars
Kissing my forehead, he says
“Have a good day. You’re allowed to do that.”
And I get in my car,
Put my head in my hands,
And cry, cry, cry
When I am sad, I like to do things for other people
It helps ease the aching void between my ribs
I buy flowers
Make packages of baked goods
Give lingering hugs
Send kind text messages
Try and go out of my way to make the world less big and scary and awful
Because if it really is all pointless,
If it’s really going to hell and nothing matters,
Then I at least want today to be beautiful
At least want other people’s hurt to lessen
Even if I can’t lessen my own
Using a Lil Wayne related hashtag to fight sexism. #Remarkable.