One day I woke up
and we no longer spoke
the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since.
Where did you go?, Hishaam Siddiqi (via Libral)
I thought at 17
I was going to know everything
I thought that when I was at the verge
Of graduating High School and
Living the life I’ve craved,
I was going to be happy.
I thought that my bones were going
To rebuild themselves inside of me
And the mortar they put on bricks
So they could stick together was going
To be placed on my bones.
I thought I’ll never again feel my bones
Collapsing like wood during a fire.
I thought that leaving the people who
Have loved me in a way that doesn’t really
Sound like love sometimes,
was going to make me happy.
Knowing escape was possible
Made me happy.
Knowing escape is possible submerges
Me with fear, happiness and mostly fear
I thought at 17 I was going to know
Everything about myself.
One thing I know is
my bones are shivering more than ever.
Alexa Evangelista (via masturbationdestination)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath (via asdfghjkllove)