I think of happyAndrea Gibson (via nepovratan)
when I think of you.
So wherever you are,
I hope you’re happy.
I really do.
I hope the stars are kissing
your cheeks tonight.
I hope you finally found a way
to quit smoking.
I hope your lungs are open
and breathing this life.
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to Orion,
and you’ve still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you’re smiling
like God is pulling at the corners
of your mouth.
Cause I might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but I’m still timezones away from who I was the day before we met.
You were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
And I wish you were here.
I wish you’d never left.
I wish you well.
I wish you my very, very best.
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So no, I am not ‘always crying.’A Letter to The Playground Bully- Andrea Gibson (via thegirlwhowearsforever)
I am just thawing outside of the lines.
And even if I am ‘always crying’ it is a fact that
salt is the only reason everything
floats so good in the
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For Halloween I’m gonna be emotionally stable. No one’s gonna know its me.Andrea Gibson (via rarararambles)
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The year of letting go, of understanding loss. Grace. Of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. The year of humanity/humility. When the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. Everyone I’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. The year I broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. The year I learnt small talk. And how to smile at strangers. The year I understood that I am my best when I reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. The year of sugar, everywhere. Softness. Sweetness. Honey honey. The year of being alone, and learning how much I like it. The year of hugging people I don’t know, because I want to know them. The year I made peace and love, right here.Warsan Shire (via frisso—n)
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I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.Warsan Shire (via jaeoctoberworld)
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I give myself five days to forget you.Warsan Shire (via wordsthat-speak)
on the first day I rust.
on the second I wilt.
on the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue.
I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day.
I try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
the fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
A wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
The midas of cheap metal.
tinsel in the middle of summer.
crevice glitter, two days after the party.
I glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads;
come, I still taste like someone else’s mouth.
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My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.Warsan Shire (via travelingnymph)
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I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.Warsan Shire (via spinals)
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❝ all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun. you made jokes and sure, i may have even laughed a little but mostly you were not funny. mostly you were beautiful. mostly you were unremarkable, even your mediocrity was unremarkable. when friends would ask ‘what do you like about him?” i would think of you holding a bouquet against the denim of your shirt. i mean, you had my face as your screensaver for gods sake, do you know what that does for the self-esteem of girl with an apparition for a father?"what did we even talk about?", Warsan Shire (via alighthouseofwords)
hey, do you remember the quiet between us in all those restaurants? all the other couples engrossed in deep conversation and us, as quiet as a closed mouth.
that one afternoon when i asked ‘why do you love me?’ and you replied as quick as a toin coss ‘because you’re mad, because you’re crazy’ and i said ‘why else?’ and you said ‘that mouth, i love that mouth’ and i collapsed into myself like a sheet right out of the dryer.
you clean, beautiful, unremarkable boy, raised by a pleasant mother, was i just a riot you loved to watch up close? there were times i picked arguments just so that we could have something to talk about.
last week, i walked through the part of the city i loved when i still loved you, our old haunts. you know, even the ghosts have moved on.
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