My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
i didn’t get hot after high school, i just got more comfortable with how weird i look.
sweet lord, how did we end up here tonight?
running your hands down my spine
(like that, exactly like that, christ)
is a one way ticket to being immortalized on a page,
and goddamn if your parents didn’t raise you better
i have a knack for not letting go
for holding on to an unlikely hope
fuck it, forever, i’m gonna be sorry.
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is ok. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having.