r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???
The other day I emptied my pockets and gave what was in them
to a homeless man: some bobby pins, a little bit of loose change,
a few ticket stubs, and a handful of notes written to various strangers.
One of them I found taped to the hood of a car;
it said If you’re…
waiting for you felt natural
like whatever it is that inspires us
to lie in bath tubs for so long
after the water drains
recovery #04 (vacuum)
you were so beautiful at twenty three
you are so beautiful at twenty five
when i think about it i feel how
the ocean must feel when it
crashes against the cliffs
trying to reach homes that
don’t belong there
today i missed you so much
i left the vacuum running for
just to lie beside it
and fall apart
what a loud world
"…i want to always think about the time that we talked about flowers. you don’t know what your favorite flower is because all your other boyfriends said they were glad you were too punk to want stupid gifts, and you’d bite your tongue to silence the little girl in you that wanted to be treated like a princess. sometimes it’s the things that feel wrong that make us better. my therapist calls that a paradox."