would u rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby??
whats a matter baby
nothing sweetie whats a matter with you??
I literally did not see that coming
apologize to your body.
maybe,
that’s where the healing begins.
It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone.
Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.
You crawled home that night
with your heart between your knees–
every bad word like a sunburn on your back.
Your poured yourself up the stairs and didn’t care
for what got caught in the carpet.
Here’s to what was left of you.
Here’s a toast,
to every bad love we tried to love good again.
To all the heartbreak we put back together
with Elmer’s glue and duct tape.
Here’s to all those bruises we tried to call love bites–
Here’s to us:
for stumbling our way to the backside of forever.
So, nothing is perfect,
amen, goddamn–
but there has to be something
better.
my friend just said ”instead of being ‘in the closet’ why don’t we call it ‘keeping a straight face’??” and that’s quite possibly the best thing she’s ever said
kushandwizdom
Don’t put someone on hold just because you don’t want them now but you may want them later. No one has time for that selfish bullshit.
