someone told me the other day
of heaven, of angels, of god's beautiful grace
and how there was a faint smell of gasoline and menthol
and a cornerside curb whose emptiness
had no place in heaven
and they swear they heard a voice saying your name

There is a girl. Simply put, she is a girl. But underneath, underlying the sarcasm and the bitterness, below her harsh word and her smile, there exists someone so broken that her heart has barely just begun to beat without bleeding. She wishes it was better, that the wounds had healed and just scars existed. Sadly, this is not the case, she has ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for who I used to be ( Read more... )

I am very good at flipping out.
very good.
i should win some sort of award.

Right now, I'm not sad or depressed. I'm not even exactly angry. Just more pensive I think ( Read more... )

it would make sense that the day that makes me extremely happy. would make me cry less then two hours after that.
it's life.
one thing that makes life better. one thing that breaks my heart.

fuck.

and tomorrow. exists.

i knew a girl once. she had a curved scar on her hand.
and 72 freckles.

in order to be beautiful
you must learn to live without your beauty
and then you must learn to accept it

no one should think there beautiful until years of living.

or at least thats how i see it.

I am so thankful for the people in my life.
to be loved.
and to love.
it's a rare and beautiful thing.

and so bittersweet.