You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you.
how do ppl look cute every day, even more baffling how do ppl look cute on Mondays, on Mondays I just look angry at the world
it is Monday and I am wearing my “fuck the world I wish I was in bed” look accompanied by a scowl or grimace #ootd
“i like girls.”
“are you sure?”
i don’t have the words to tell her
that i have never known myself
so well before.
beside her on the couch,
“yes, mama. i’m sure.”
she embraces me.
for the thousandth time
i notice that i have her eyes,
and i tell her i’ll go to bed.
alone in my room,
i like girls who smell like
cigarette smoke and
quiet rebellion, i like girls with
ink-smeared skin, girls with
i like girls who take up space,
whose voices shake. i like
vulnerability and determination,
i like ten thousand contradictions,
i like messy morning hair and
lukewarm starbucks coffee.
i like my best friend,
i like our sleepovers
but i want to sleep over.
i like girls.
a year ago two kids like me
got shot in texas:
one died, one hospitalized.
i can tell mom i like girls but
i don’t know how to tell her
that i’m afraid to hold their hands.
I adore you always
(And I want you to publish your work)
<3 <3 <3 i adore u back
and i want to. i wanna get more written, i need to focus on writing again.
one thing i will always remember 100% from ghp is right before coffeehouse when we were all in powell warming up and i read my poem to a few people and there was this little pause in which i wanted to die a little because i was internally freaking out worrying that i sucked and then the pause stopped because nathan called my writing “visceral” and that was possibly one of the greatest moments ever tbh
jess thinks i’m “hella cute” and take “a++ selfies” does she, i think that opinion is an untruth and that one must drink all the fictional beverages
the opinion is a complete truth omg cuteface