To be honest

I don't really care about any of you💋💋

lovely

I think I would miss you 

even if I had never met you,
even if you had never been born.

I would’ve spent my days searching for a soul

like yours,
never to be satisfied with anyone.

I think this is what they mean 

when they talk about

soul mates.

you & i

Things I wish someone would have taught me so I wouldn't have to learn them on my own.

Pick up that book.

Pick up every book you can find.

Never go anywhere without one.

I know he's beautiful,

but the sky is beautiful
 right before it strikes thunder.

He's full of thunder.

Stay away.

It’s okay to cry.

It doesn’t make you weak.

Look at the rainfall that the ground holds up
 and look at its strength.

You’re allowed to feel
 whatever it is that you feel.

You are valid.

I know his voice is like saltwater taffy

and his kisses taste like sunshine
 and
he looks like every morning
 you’d like to wake up to
 always,

but he's not good for you.

Walk away.

Lonely
 isn’t so lonely 
if you refuse to let it consume you.

Don’t yell at your mother.

Don’t ever think 
for a single moment in your short life

that every breath isn’t as precious
 as every leaf on a tree.

Just because those leaves fall 
doesn’t mean they aren’t here for a reason,
 if only to add beauty to the mundane,

You have a woodpecker in your chest.

Call it a heart or not, 
that’s your choice.

Don’t try to keep it still.

That’s a losing battle.

Apologize.

Adventure. That’s a fun word.

Experience it.

Please,
 let yourself love.

At least once in this lifetime.

At least once.

for the girls with messy hair and thirsty h e a r t s

y o u ❤

everything I want now is c l i c h è

i'm tired.

I may not be good at
Math
Science
Poetry
Art
But oh man, am I good at
Messing things up &
Leaving when things get too hard

I have forgotten everything but you.

i don't love you. but i c a r r y y o u r h e a r t w i t h m e. I suppose that means I hate you, because there was never such a thing as halfway with you. "Maybe" isn't in your vocabulary, and because I structure my whole life around that world alone, I have forgotten you. I have forgotten how you sculpted words that meant absolutely nothing into beauty and I have forgotten the mistake you transcribed in sharpie. I have forgotten your abnormally clean shoes and your phone that always seemed to die when you needed it. I have forgotten the way you used to say to me "I miss you to death right now" as if the absence of me took the air right out of your lungs. I have forgotten the dried flowers buried beneath the months in my closet. I have forgotten the lake, the love notes just because, and entire summers. I have forgotten everything. Everything but you.




i carry your heart with me - e.e. cummings

Things they dont teach you in school;
•The beauty of existing
•how to buy a house
•How to keep a relationship
•The wonder of the earth

Things they teach you in school;
•Who is better
•Who is worse
• y=mx+b
•They show you what they need in order for their system to survive

they do not show you love

how y o u make me f e e l

Actually, when I first met
you I fell in love with
the ghost of words
That would hang between us
waiting until we got together
again
I fell in love with all the pages
I wanted to fill about you
and they werent even written yet
And no, I didn't know you
But I know you now
I never thought I'd find that
coming up with the words
Would be impossible
the words arent made yet or
something
I need to create a new dictionary
how y o u make me f e e l

You start finding meaning in meaningless conversation.

I wasn't looking for love
but I found it in your smile

the world has so few
kindnesses left
I mistake each one
for fate.

words, words, words.

Don't apologize
for nights when you cry
over quiet films
or loud novels
or nothing at all.
Who was the douche that
decided emotion
was supposed to be caged?

eighteen.

It took me 18 years to be okay with how the world works. After 216 months I've finally realized that it's okay to be sad when other people are happy, it's okay to be happy when other people are sad. It took me six thousand, five hundrend and seventy days for me to be okay with people leaving, for me to accept that that's just the way life has to be at times. Sometimes the people we love leave, sometimes we only see that we loved them after they're already gone. After 157785 hours I've decided that i'm okay with that. This is the way things are. I've also realized that maybe, just maybe..the people that matter will never really leave you. And i'm okay with that, too.

alive.

feeling.

its pressing into your skin and leaving a mark.

sitting in the ocean as the waves tug and pull you.

riding a hundred rollercoasters in a day and remembering the exact feeling as you lay in bed.

when the one walks out of your life leaving your heart in a million pieces.

feeling cannot be unfelt.

only forgotten with time, time and more time.

we are here.

we are living.

ayeoh

I've spent a lot of time with people who didn't even deserve a second.