the sky looks pissed, the wind talks back, my bones are shifting in my skin ( Read more... )

we couldn't break the columns down. we couldn't destroy a single one.
the history books forgot about us.
the bible didn't mention us, not even once.

you are my sweetest downfall..
i loved you first (i loved you first)

( for fear I'd have to say goodbye )

All I can ever be to you is the darkness that we knew, and this regret I got accustomed to.

( you should know that you're just a temporary fix )

when i get to warwick avenue, meet me by the entrance of the tube ( Read more... )

I did something awful.

At what point is the line crossed? If I do enough awful things, when does it become clear that I'm an awful person?

And I'm so tired of being sexualized.

the trouble always starts when i forget what's mine. what is mine? my thoughts, my mind, my time, my heart, my soul. the hardest one to remember: my body. this body is mine. stop trying to claim it. to separate it. to change it. to celebrate it, to criticize it. don't even think about it without permission ( Read more... )

I guess it's going to have to hurt.
I guess I'm going to have to cry.
And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side.
I guess it's going to break me down, like falling when you try to fly.
It's sad that sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.

Well, this is awkward.

Turns out I do have a moral compass.