May162013

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.


(via victorielle)

(via paper-trees)

May152013

Down, Down, Down.

As my support system, you’re supposed to tell me when I fuck up. I just didn’t know it was that much; that I’m such a terrible human being.

Can I just hear something positive for once?

Not something like how I lack communication skills with people my own age. How my thought processes are “screwed-up” and “unrealistic”.

Maybe its because I’m lonely and insecure. Maybe for once I want someone to make an effort with me and not vice versa. I drank myself into oblivion that night because no one tried. I made a fool out of myself because I was so uncomfortable. 

I should’ve left. I should’ve done a lot of things.

May112013

Private journal: In The Middle of an Unanswered Prayer,

7/11/2011 6:35

“…I’ve talked to God. I’ve done the dry heaving bit. I’ve smudged my day old mascara.

All I ask is for is assurance that someone is willing to look out for me when things go wrong. I’m not a child anymore. But it would be nice to know someone could potential rid of the boogie man. Even if it’s just temporarily.”

April292013
purplecacti:

a secret from postsecret.com

purplecacti:

a secret from postsecret.com

April182013
April122013
April92013
cind3r:

I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And then the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino-hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave… It is because they make love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds… until it returns, as it does, to all men… and then you must make really good love again.
8/10

cind3r:

I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And then the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino-hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave… It is because they make love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds… until it returns, as it does, to all men… and then you must make really good love again.

8/10

March272013
“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.” Jeffrey McDaniel (via wisps)

(Source: nrodgers92, via your-fresh-start)

March202013
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye, that was the trouble—I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.” Ernest Hemingway (via desobeir)

(Source: holy-shrimp, via honeyimhomely)

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