translucentloveletters:

“you’re addicted to the chaos, because that’s how you’ve been loved. but there’s peace you don’t have to scream for. admiration you don’t have to bleed for.”

— Eun

nail-in-the-wall:

“We burn for people who don’t even feel for us. That is a disastrous way to learn to love.”

- nail-in-the-wall

f-ckmedead:

itistimetodisappear:

Anyone else constantly on edge because we are in the final stages of late capitalism and these next couple of decades are gonna be make or break for the western world, and this just happens to coincide with the part of my life where I’m supposed to make something of myself :/

You didn’t have to say it with words

redportrait:

me, having deeply fallen out of the practice of writing poetry: I can’t write any more, I am now a Talentless Hack

the voice of my 11th grade journalism/12th grade creative writing teacher who rly did know everything: if you stop writing for a while the words will build up and stagnate. to clear the water, you will have to open the dam completely, and accept the fact that what initially comes out will not be palatable

jodiefoster:

*yelling at myself with a megaphone* WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LIKE THIS

long before i met you, years even, i’d write poetry about a boy with a heart as cold as his hands on a late december night. i wrote how he used my body as his very own canvas, using his fists and teeth to color me black and blue. i’d lie still, waiting patiently, thinking maybe you’d paint me into the twilight sky and maybe then i’d be pretty and capable of love.

tell me why i wrote these prophecies that were doomed to come true, why i predicted my own abuse before it even happened? how was i to know that i’d meet someone just like you, whose love would show up as fresh new bruises on my body every waking day?

its like i was anticipating you and our category 5 hurricane of a relationship. did you know that i was only 16 when i fantasized about you, my future love and all the glorious pain you’d give me?

maybe i just had the wrong idea of love, that it was all empty promises and hugs that lead to shoves and kisses that lead to bloodshed.

i’m 21 now and you’re far gone from my life but i wonder, were you inevitable, was my perception inevitable or is there something more, something better?

- Prophecy

turing-tested:

i really am, from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot

uhnsaids:

“being in your arms was the first time in a long while where i felt at home.”

— now i feel homesick every second i’m not in them.