It's like old silver
The rust, the age, the pattern it makes us individuals until its polished and what was once known disappears A shiny new surface But that familiar old comes back It never fully diminishes you just have to give it time
My Zuda Family
A swarm of removed shoes sit outside the door Warm carpet beneath bare feet entering new territory A reflecting wooden face Heat licks your body and a new spirit greets you Open arms and light kisses smiling faces and familiar bodies stretch, sleep, building strength for the task we ask our bodies to perform the pulling, leaning, fighting, balancing, stretching, enduring sweet, sweet pain...
Fight the feeling.
Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge...– sarah dessen (via sydneylevenhagen)
The truth doesn’t always set you free. People prefer to believe prettier,...– Jodi Picoult (Keeping Faith)
I feel alright until I crawl into bed and everything overwhelms me.
Don’t talk about someone as if they mean nothing to you. We both know you’re just lying.
No one ever stays
I have to be strong because if i’m not I’ll surely break and that scares me more than anything
So come here And never leave this place Perfection...
Questions left unanswered
Why does the music come on at seven every night? What’s the story behind the burnt mirror in the bathroom? Why do people add inanimate objects to the shrine in the corner; what does it mean to them? Why did you ignore me and why did I choose to ignore you too? Why do I keep smelling incense even when it’s not burning? Why did you leave? Do you even love me anymore, or have you given...
Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?” “Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6 “Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4 “Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny,...
a word that has started losing its meaning. Yeah I’m one to talk because I know I throw it around. But when I really mean it, I try to make it heard. I act upon it. But you won’t, and that’s ok. Because I’m already numb to it.
haimynamebrooke: under that gold underneath the shimmery shattery things there is a weak weak heartbeat but it moves
The most disgusting thing in this world is...
and the beauty it rips apart.
portrait without a face
I’m meandering around the room looking for objects that signify apart of me. And I come across my prescription bottles. And I ignore them, because I’m not going to let something sickly define me. I want to conquer and overpower my weakness, not let it take over.
The way the steam floats from freezing asphalt flying at your window like little ghosts they’re dancing with you
One way ticket
anywhere but here please
If it still hurts, you still care.
The Shortest Horror Story Ever
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. -Frederic Brown
you talk so lightly of it mesmerized and excited when i’m the one left to roam empty halls