This blog is being deleted
purely because i want to let go of all the angry and upset venting posts on here and start anew minus all that bad stuff
new tumblr is : www.superkawaiialien.tumblr.com
bye bye
"I’ve got a heart that always lands a few cities over.
I’m trying to make a home and she
is navigating the highways back to me.
I don’t define myself by love,
but by the absence of it,
like negative space in a painting:
these are the years I pulled myself up by the roots
and those are the ones where I dug through my ribcage
into the meat of my lungs
looking for dinosaur bones.
I write my heart letters, sometimes—
long distance phone calls to my own chest
just to see if they’re treating her right.
I ask if the stars where she is
are more friendly than the unwashed dishes
in my kitchen sink:
how they’ve started to look
like a toothy skyline beneath the faucet moon.
I’ve spent years feeling like
the right person under the wrong sky,
and maybe my meandering heart has got it right.
Because I am every Sunday morning in the sun:
the sound of the coffee pot when it runs out of water.
I’ve got a love so big she goes road tripping without me.
Because my chest is the size of a medicine cabinet
with the shelves pulled out,
and my heart always finds her way back to me,
even then.
If healing means I’ve got to set my heart free, a while,
if it means I’ve got to let her see the world and come back wizened,
if it means living with my hands pressed to the place
where she used to be—
then it will be worth the day she comes home,
and I open the hinge to my chest and remember
all the faces, all the love, I have ever known."
- Two Towns Over, by Ashe Vernon (via rampias)
"When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything."
- Chase Brooks (via realizes)
(via realizes)
Immaturity is so gross
I always date men 3-4 years older and at this rate I’ll soon be dating 83 year olds b/c ew boys I need mennnnnnn
