I struggle to ask for help
when all my hands do is wound
I would reach for you
and leave a scar
and you do not know
the kind of burden it is
to carry on my shoulders.
As I grow older,
I find myself receding
further into the hollows
of my mind
because it is more kind
than letting my demons speak.
They are a part of me
and they are the company I keep
because I have nobody else
but oh,
that fault is my own
but it is me who must atone
for the sins I’ve made against my skin,
to write my way home again
to salvation
or at least a breadth of peace.
If I could just steal a moment to breathe
perhaps I could leave
the ruin I find myself in
but oh, I cannot win this war
because I no longer remember
what I’m fighting for.
In this dream, you pull me by the hand to a congregation of cliff rocks that surround a crook of ocean. You take off all your clothes, as though we’re in a dream, which we are. In the dream it’s like we’re dreaming. You take all your clothes off as though in slow motion. The swill of your dress rising up and up until there is only body. Only your skin pale as a moonbeam. You are ghostly against the backdrop, a phantom girl, hair in a knot at the base of your neck. And as soon as it’s off, you arch like a dolphin and aim for the water, your palms together in prayer or diving. I have loved so many girls and yet the loving is still too easy to come by. The loving occurs with or without my knowledge. I watch you swim for a long time and the loving begins just like that. The loving has never needed any encouragement. The loving watches you undress and quivers like a bowstring.
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“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”— Neil Gaiman
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(via child-of-the-universe)
the thing about everything is that it all gets easier with practice, so be careful what you practice
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Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean???
Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal
(Source: catchymemes, via ruinedchildhood)
why dippin dots always at obscure places. never just at the store. just wondering
i’m going to the zoo for some dippin dots y'all want any
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oh. ohhhhhhhhh. oh nooooooooooooooo
[A mom and baby otter are floating together. The baby otter is sleeping on his mom’s tummy so he’s still all dry and fluffy. She keeps giving him little otter kisses.]
Now this is quality content.
my heart feels so warm seeing this
(Source: ranawaytotelltheworld, via an7drea)
No light
may reign me and still
I want to be blue with
you.— Scherezade Siobhan, from “Sertraline - I,” published in Pinwheel
(Source: pinwheeljournal.com)