I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947
all we had to do was talk
Writing and rewriting the same lines,
Over and over again,
Thinking, That’s awful, this is awful, why can’t you write something good for once.
For once? Something good for once?
If it’s as awful as you’re saying it is,
Why do(es) literally everybody you know who you show it to,
And even people you “know” superficially via social media and one shared interest,
Praise it constantly?
And why do even the most unpolished of first drafts receive that same praise?
Maybe you’re actually a decent author & poet?
Ever think of that?
-oaks
She was just like the moon: lonely and untouchable, yet romantic and shrouded in mystery.
the absolute truth .
Words cannot express the absolute rage I feel when I think I’m getting better and it all comes crashing down again.
self care is over, we’re doing drugs again
a beautiful broken promise.
Promise.
The word is forced to contain secrets.
But, what if?
what if a person runs out of promises?
when there are too many to keep and there is too much inside?
when all the promises she broke hurts her?
when each and every promise she broke, haunts her, every night, till the end ?
when the broken promises, like broken glass, tears her apart from inside?
until she bleeds. bleeds to death.
too tired to make another promise.
This is soo real. Internet friends are a blessing in disguise.
Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.
life would have been soo dramatic
if i was a dragonnn