The day pounds loudly against my chest and delves into my brain with jaggedness. So many responsibilities, and all I want is to tuck away inside my thoughts for a few skinny moments to voice this solitude and feel the strings of me again, macrame of verse, weaving me whole.
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
I fear red will engulf me,
That blood will turn to bone,
Muscle, heartbeat fading.
Gently,
Do it gently.
All I wanted was to be
Something beautiful, to sew
kindness gently into cracks.
“Draw blood,” they say,
And oh, the countless times
I’ve tried.
All I wanted was to be
Something beautiful,
To bleed
Something beautiful.
I can’t even
Bleed properly.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
— Maya Angelou
(via minuty)
“Some people look for a beautiful place, others make a place beautiful.”
— Hazrat Inavat Khan
“The world is most beautiful at 4 AM because people are asleep and nature is wide awake.”
— this is beautiful (via caffheine)
“Beautiful faces are everywhere, but beautiful minds are hard to find.”
— Unknown (via syntacked)
If you have one please message me, I would like to get to know you
Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful.
Maybe we would have been beautiful. Or maybe we would have been a catastrophe. But we couldn’t have been a beautiful catastrophe because they only exist in poems and we were anything but poetic.
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on so much just because of being who you are and not someone else? Whenever I see a beautiful girl I wonder how it must feel to be that beautiful and if I’ll ever feel like that. Or when I see someone who’s confident and extroverted and I imagine how nice and easy it must be to be that way. Or when I see someone that’s my age who has already accomplished so much or been in so many places and experienced so many things, I can’t help but feel like time is falling from my hands like sand and I’m not getting better or going anywhere. I grew up watching movies and reading stories that made me believe that life was supposed to be constantly exciting and I haven’t felt that way many times and I just feel so stuck being myself. I wish I could be someone else for a while.
