Middleschool was elastic bands
snapping against their wrists
in the back of the classroom
I wish I hadn’t known.
Cold lips exchanged
over a glass bottle
How far are you willing to go?
Scars on her arms
so deep and vast in quantity
that I never knew which were from last week
and which were from today
It was lies and rumours.
A loveless boy who thought
his self-harm would bring me back
but only made my anger more potent
and his betrayal that much worse
If I can’t hurt myself
than I’ll hurt you first.
Hope is really a delusional, small, ridiculous thing. Sometimes it’s a green light over a bay that promises a love that passed 5 years ago. Sometimes it gives you everything you want and then leaves you destroyed, empty, and alone; with nothing to show for it but someone else’ memory.
Gatsby surrounded himself with debauchery and corruption for this hope; and even though it ended the way it did: I would still look up to this character. This simple penniless being whose only trick was to act the part of gentleman.
When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a heck of a person.
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| — | Joss Whedon (via ryannxp) |
Im not sure where I want to go- or who I want to be. All I know is that in 10 years from now, I hope that I am happy.
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| — | Paige Romero (via aeonum) |
