I do not understand the appeal of being tragically in love.
I live in it.
And it has truly broken me.
I’ve learned my worth now it’s time for him to learn his place.
— Sometimes I argue with ghosts to give me confidence (via r-m-y)
The same year I wrote more poetry then I could swallow
I cut my hair myself and made sure it was uneven
And I drank my own words to fill up all the “okay’s” and empty “goodbye’s”
This is the year I lost too much sleep
And my hands looked like someone else’s
The stars glued to my ceiling faded out
And I brought a fake smile to a gun fight
I’ve got some nervous habits but you are by far the worst one
This means nothing (via r-m-y)
Your voice is so strong! Please keep writing. -Kelly(via recognizingthevoiceless)