I made a video again
I’m having trouble picking out a tattoo to go under my collarbone.. Mainly because I can’t think of anything that would mean a lot to me; I’ve never really encountered any real struggles in my life.. I’ve never cut, or starved myself; I’ve always been pretty happy with my body and appearance. I’m a pretty happy person and I’ve had a pretty good life.. Idk. :/???
I broke when I had flashbacks of you and I couldn’t stop shaking and tossing and turning trying to drown myself in sleep but all i got was a sleepless night followed by trying to collect the broken pieces of myself I’ve left wet on my pillowcase.
because of a stupid boy who toyed with my thoughts and emotions for 4 years I’m left with an abandoned house filled with demons and a doormat labelled “do not enter”" — it’s now 2:48am and im not ok
We walked around on summer nights with worries latched to our backs and I swear I saw the sadness radiating from your fingertips. You glanced at my lips when I asked what your eye color was and I knew you wanted to kiss me.
I wanted your lips to touch my neck.
I was sad most of the time and I cried too much and my chest was probably black by then but if I could crack my bones in half and pour out any bit of happiness I had left, I’d put it into a syringe and inject it straight to your heart.
I hoped you would smile the second it mixed with your blood.
I spilled my secrets and worries into your ears and no longer felt dragged and trapped by what was lurking inside of my bones and I used your arms as vines to save me from drowning.
My eyes were still connecting all of your freckles.
It was 1am when I was sitting on my fence watching you pace back and forth waiting for my lips to kiss yours.
Come kiss me then.
You looked at me like I had galaxies radiating from my skin. Your eyes dragged my stars and pulled my hips closer to your body while I felt your cold lips and warm breath seize time.
My mother told me that love is messy. I know you hate messes.
I promise I’ll keep your heart clean, even when I want to rip it out of your chest and and dump all the pieces out onto my bedroom floor so I can put them back together the right way.
I used to like losing myself in things, until I got lost in you and never came home." — How my boyfriend and I met, by me. (via sorehearted)