A part of me wishes I never saw that blood on your carpet. Things might have been easier then. We might have been able to keep playing this game of catch for months, years, for centuries even, who would there be to stop us? The thing that bothered me the most was that it was so dark. It had obviously been there for months, and yet you hadn’t bothered to clean it up. You’d just left it there, as a reminder of when you tried to understand yourself from the inside, and hoped that no one would ask if they noticed. I’m sorry for asking. I’m sorry for getting tongue-heavy worried and for feeling some sort of blind empathy, guilt-marked ache. Now I cannot look anywhere in your home without seeing you cold and too-far gone to convince. When we put the trash away in your basement, I see your tenth grade noose hanging from the rafters. When we watch movies in your living room, I see your father’s gun winking beside us. Your bottle of pills is open in the upstairs bathroom. Your steak knives are gleaming in the kitchen light. And, still, your fingernails have hints of blood crusted underneath them. I feel them branding me when you run your hands over me. Now I am constantly afraid of things I cannot properly articulate.Blood On Your Carpet | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to be anything. I want to disappear elegantly. I want people to look for my goodbye note and find nothing but smoke.How To Disappear (And Never Come Back Again) | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment.(via stay-ocean-minded)
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via californiagirlwearingpearls)
She’s being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.David Levithan, Every Day (via emotional-algebra)
I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.
Clementine von Radics, from Untitled (via despinavass)clementinevonradics)