i am full of anxiety and daydreams.

i am built from bad poetry and depression pills.

i am a puddle of liquid fire.
i am 
my own worst enemy. 

i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.

i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet.

i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that.

You are allowed to take up space.

2. You are allowed to have a voice, even if it's hard to continue speaking.

3. You are allowed to leave whenever you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, don't ever let anyone keep you where you don't want to be.

4. You deserve more than someone who doesn't know how to respect you.

5. You are allowed to put your own needs first, don't forget to take care of yourself.

6. You are allowed to love yourself.

One morning I decided that I was beautiful, and so I lived my life as if I was a beautiful person. I wear colors that I find glamorous, I wear no makeup because that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world views you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your home, and you must love it.

poetry loses its meaning when you realize there isn't a single combination of words that can make someone love you back

oh my god i’m ******* sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this ******* john green **** nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effy and freddie you’ve got to be your own ******* hero and surround yourself with positivity

wish you were here might be the saddest thing ever said between two people

i have dreams where i pay someone to make you love me, i take it knowing that the love isnt real