I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have realized that I use to write short posts about anything, and
I wrote about things that are not important whatsoever, but that made me feel some sort of satisfaction after posting. I don’t do that anymore… Probably because my life has been the same routine this whole summer and nothing has really been interesting to me. I’m happy with my life, but I feel like there is more to life then what I am experiencing.
my text posts are so bad I wonder why I post them 90% of the time
I am wounded; weak. And that’s okay, one must crumble to ashes before rising a phoenix.
sometimes i think im funny but actually im not
i fucking hate my dad
Please know all the proper information in order to give yourself the right to talk about an extremely sensitive topic that will affect others so you won’t make yourself appear like an asshole.
listening to covers is all well and good until u realise the singer changed the pronouns to pull a musical no homo
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world…
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
And the human race is filled with passion.
And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love,
these are what we stay alive