We've Lived In Bars.
I am saying goodbye. I mean, no see you later. Farewell.
High school is finished.
It was a speedbump that I overlooked, it was shit, it was stupid.
And I don’t want to hear any poetic musings on when or why or how or where it’s better if somehow I’m friends with you.
I don’t trust you. You are a liar, and you cheat.
I don’t need to apologise.
But here’s the thing…
I forgive you, too.
awful | poor | adequate | standard | appealing | awesome | perfect | marry me
i’d like to let you know that the jump from the cave didn’t hurt too badly, because i knew that it was well worth the climb.
“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings
Read by Heath Ledger
oh god
I hold this poem so near to my heart.
I hope Rick Santorum lends his favourite book to someone but when he gets it back there is a really gross stain on one of the pages.
Cry a lot, because you aren’t okay.
Don’t leave your room for five days. Maybe ten. Skip showers. Cry. Gain ten pounds.
Refuse to sleep with your boyfriend. Refuse to explain why. Get broken up with for being a “frigid bitch”. Cry.
Refuse to go out to bars with your friends. Tell your best…
Reading this gives me hope. Thanks.
so long as you’re here.
