"I’ve things to do today:
I must crush memory down,
I must turn my heart to stone,
I must try living, again."
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt
It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.
And I am jealous
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.
our pain does not do justice to pain
we are crying because we secretly enjoy it
That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.
I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities
yo if you know the name of everyone you’ve made out with then you do NOT drink enough