"what is to give light must endure burning"
-viktor frankyl

friends only;

some faceless feeling is rejecting me

t-minus ten, eight, i mean, who knows
it's a slow-motion film of a punch-up

the composition of a magenta sky, muggy air that feels like she is here too. she is not here, but she feels muggy and magenta in a way that doesn't really have to mean anything. scars and stars and a thousand bars, that's what girls are made of. a chopping block and measuring tape, and a chart to tell you where my heart is and how to weigh it. ( Read more... )

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Dearest Jane I should’ve known better
But I couldn’t say hello, I didn’t know why
But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you wereWhat I say, I say only to you ( Read more... )

"Sally, do you sometimes wish you didn't have to go home? Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango Street, far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one with flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb up two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you. And if you ( Read more... )

SUMMER !

just had to get that out.

because when i squint, all i see is a blur of colors more beautiful than anyone could ever be, i dont wear my glasses. pixels are the most we could ask for, really. that's what i want from life ( Read more... )