see what people don’t get
is that you can be doing okay for
days weeks months
and all it takes is one word, one look,
one wrong thing
and suddenly your body becomes an avalanche,
you become a disaster zone and
winter retakes your soul
and girls like me, we walk around with caution tape around
our fingers, with hearts so heavy that our arms
are sick of dragging them along with us, we are
cities that are constantly in danger
of being set on fire
i mean what if your own mind was the reason
you couldn’t sleep
what if you woke up this morning because your brain was
talking too loudly, what if the only time you feel
good about yourself
is when you feel
and boys like me and people like me and
rabbit-hearted lovers who just want to feel
the morning sun
without wondering if we should start our workouts now, who
just want to hug our families again without
worrying they’ll notice we reek of our own
who just want to go to our friend’s house without
turning down every food offered only to
we are so afraid of what will happen -
of what does happen -
when we slip for a second and our control
so we give into every word the voices in our head
are saying, we give up our thick hair
we give up our strong bones, we give up
calling this body
in search of an image that’s been
sold to us so strongly
we’d give up our everything
just to feel
and broken little human beings like me
we live like tornadoes and too-calm seas,
trapped in a horrific dance between
a beautiful and inspiring recovery and
opening our windows just to feel
the breeze and finding ourselves
stepping out on that ledge,
a deeper hunger in our hearts
than anyone ever sees: this
odd and sudden need
to just become a brittle white
to paint these empty streets.
Cigarettes didn’t phase me, cuts didn’t scare me, drugs didn’t need me but god I went an hour without you and I finally realized what addiction was like
I am excited to see a generation of women who will raise their boys to be good rather than their girls to be scared.
girls, who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point, should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise
And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
You were so tired you almost fell asleep in your clothes that night.
But you didn’t.
I heard you.
The tiredness in your breathing the way it took you so long.
You were stripped into practically nothing.
I could practically feel your body begging for sleep.
I wanted to hold you.
But I couldn’t.
You climbed into bed.
I heard the covers wrap around your body.
Somehow I was jealous.
That should be me.
I should be the one thing clinging to you.
But I can’t.
You told me to talk to you till you fell asleep.
And of course I did.
Because I will show you that I love you as much as I possibly can.
Till you’re here with me.
Or till my heart stops.
i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life
I tried to scroll too..
i scrolled past for five minutes but i just couldn’t…