my dad just yelled “IT SOUNDS LIKE YOURE MAKING OUT WITH SOMEONE YOU BETTER NOT HAVE A BOY IN THERE”
i hate seeing people my age who’ve got their life together already like what the fuck
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
(Source: childishnotions)
All I do at school is watch all the girls pretend to be friends with each other
powerpoint more like powerwhatsthepoint
i quite like myself
slouched over a television with a broken remote,
pale skin alive with glowing colours
at 3:33 in the morningi think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingersi feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty windowi am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
all alone
while i consider driving into a tree
i am very happy with who i am
(Source: flowerette)


