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Do not talk to me about forever until you have held back my hair as I throw up my demons. Do not say that you will stay until you have seen my rotten lungs and still want to breath the same air as I do. Do not take me for granted. Do not tell me that you will love me until the sky shatters into a million pieces unless you have seen me light my whole world on fire and dance in the scorching flames. Do not tell me that this is what you want until I have broken your heart at least three times and never once handed you the glue. Do not feel like you have saved my life when I take off my make-up and you tell me I am beautiful. Do not act like I am still the sun when you discover that I am a hurricane. Do not kiss me until you understand that I have the capacity to rip out your throat. Do not assume your right to my body; it is a thing of worship and you are not worthy. Do not fall in love with me until I have slammed the door in your face. This isn’t pretty. This isn’t fun. I am unbreakable and you are a liar.
Do not love me, it’s a waste of time. (via blackorwhitelife)

Not this again.
I’m shutting down.
My heart slows as it struggles to give me a beat.
There’s ringing in my ears, and I can’t hear the voices in my head or the music on my stereo through the flat line tone echoing in my ear.
There’s pressure on my chest as I struggle to breath, and I know my rib cage knows my heart is going to explode, because why else is it bracing my lungs so tightly together .

My mind panics and it lets me down.

(via ohsatsune)

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.

On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via aurelle)

1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapters make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

 For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)
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