Closet Monster.


two poems in one week, yay.. 

"Maybe I just wasn’t good enough for you" 


foxes0in0boxesThis is you.

I feel a bit offended.

sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.


911: how can I help you?

me: there’s a spider and I’m scared

(via poppunk-ariel)


reading through the script for the first time

the real struggle in 2004



"fat girls shouldn’t—"

—have to deal with your narrow minded bullshit.


(via poppunk-ariel)

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