"I carry the battle in me." (x)
“This town – bleeding jaw, split belly. Town like childhood, town like funeral bells. Town like angels dying.” (5 Reasons I Lock the Doors)
"I don’t smoke,
except after sex or
getting my heart broken, or all the time,
for that matter.” (Conversations by a Hospital Bed)
"You keep galaxies in your veins, do not shed them for anyone" (x)
“I love you so much, it makes a birds’ nest of my heart.” (Ode to Your Mouth)
"I fall asleep on the bathroom floor and I’m sorry and I thought the white flush of porcelain would make me pretty and I’m sorry and I wanted to kiss something but it ended with teeth and I’m sorry and I want to die and I’m sorry and I’m sorry and I’m sorry." (Love Song of a Sad Girl)
"You were not good for me. You were California burning, and my lungs couldn’t take it. You were not good for me. You were a broken spine I couldn’t set; I was a scab you always picked. You were not good for me." (Burn Victim)
"Yesterday, I was a shipwreck.
Today, I smoke a cigarette,
and I do not feel a thing.” (Traveller’s Shanty)
"I am volatile for you, all fingernails and bent knees. Nothing about it would be tender, I’d be a gut wound and you wouldn’t even mind." (This is a Dirty Poem)
“I’m so tired of your late-night, high-volume escapades, so sick of all this one-sided fighting that you aren’t a part of anymore. The least you could do is show up at my door again so I could slam it in your face. The least you could do is pretend you miss me too.” (Last Night’s Poem)
"Here I stand,
in some foreign battlefield,
and I am so far from home” (Calles Con Caras)
"Like the poets, we are dust & bones buried under the words we have but cannot say." (Pas de Trois)
"I love you so much that the sky burns with it. We woke together in New York today and the dawn was on fire. When you made me breakfast, all the cirrus clouds were scattering and stumbling over themselves, borne blue from smoke. I kissed your shoulder blade, and the sun made love to the horizon. You taste like burning to the ground." (Ode to Your Mouth)
"You took my lungs, and every morning I am here again,
screaming to the ash urn,
relearning how to wake up without you.” (Deathsong)
"There is no casual way to mention you are a blazing forest on the inside." (Poet)
“I keep breaking bones just to get back up. The band aids on my knuckles are from punching walls and slashing tires. They never have the chance to heal. I do not know what I look like without violence on my palms.” (5 Reasons I Lock the Doors)
"This poem is rotten, apocalyptic dirty.
This poem is stolen.
This poem is sin.” (God’s Gift)
"I was not Saturn-eyed and moon-mouthed before you." (A Letter to my Depression)
When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
and before anyone says anything about selfies- those are controlled photos.
They were waiting for a chance to get away with this joke and they found it
"hey aren’t you too old for Poké…”
|—||Sylvia Plath (via entryvvay)|
Tell me this isn’t going to be the most beautiful game in Pokémon history.
this is the most depressing thing on this website
Sure Dylan’s nudes got leaked but have you guys seen this tweet