someone come play with my hair until the future isn’t scary anymore
"It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life."
"I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.
II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.
III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.
IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.
V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.
VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass
that always points me back to him."
"I broke up with him over skype at 2 am, right after he asked me if I would move in with him. We were three hundred and seventy three miles apart. I did not know his middle name or if he liked middle school. When he came to visit me, he did not care where I grew up and the memories linked to places in my town, he only cared about where he could place his hands, where he could place his tongue and I wanted love so badly. And when I broke up with him, it was because I had given too much of myself away to someone who would never look at me like I was masterpiece, like I was sunset, like I was Colosseum, like I was beautiful. And he told everyone I broke his heart. And he told everyone he wanted to die. And here I am, months later, still trying to find ways not to blame myself, because I broke someone and there is no going back."
the stages of menstruation
- bleeding so much that you question the fact that you’re not dying
- bleeding suddenly stops and u think you’re done
- bleeding all over your favorite pair of underwear because u thought u were done
- THE BROWN STUFF
- running out of tampons and needing to buy more
- not needing the tampons u just bought because you stop bleeding
"I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile."