make sure u kiss people’s foreheads often because u can’t quite reach their soul and that’s the closest u can get
"you’re just a pair of legs wrapped around his waist
an arm slung across his hips
hanging like a dead man over his heart
you’ve skinned your knees
praying for him and swallowing him whole
(who said the two were mutually exclusive?)
he tore you open, cracked your ribs apart with his teeth
your convulsing heart a spectacle
(he can see his name in your pulmonary veins if he stares long enough but you’ll pretend not to believe him)
and you were always taught
not to leave valuable things lying around in the open
but it’s hard to stitch up the hole in your chest
with a cigarette in one hand"
"I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself."
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when the world is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.