i want to dye
my hair and tattoo my skin
so that the changes
you’ve been noticing in me
look like they’re
on purpose.

March 27, 2013, 11:54 PM
-My jaw is aching from clenching my teeth
April 20, 2013, 1:03 AM
-He is perfect and i am drunk and he is perfect
June 11, 2013, 3:20 PM
-They tuck me in when I'm too ****** to feel the cold on my skin
July 8, 2013, 7:08 AM
-Don't forget he said "I wake up and I'm aching"
August 13, 2013, 1:07 AM
-**** I swore I'd never feel like this again. I swore I'd **** the butterflies before they landed.
September 16, 2013, 1:34 AM
-I miss home so much. I can't do it
October 18, 2013, 8:32 AM
-It doesn't scare me that I've forgotten how your voice sounds. It scares me that I don't care.
October 30, 2013, 3:32 AM
-What do you do when you're homesick but the home you crave so deeply doesn't exist anymore...?
January 25, 2014, 8:17 AM
-Five years is a long time. I miss you Kristyn.
February 17, 2014, 11:57 PM
-What if I could go back and save them
March 4, 2014, 9:49 PM
-Here you are inside my head again
March 9, 2014, 3:21 AM
-I hope I never forget the way biting my lip and swallowing a growing laughter made my chest ache, kind of like holding back tears
March 16, 2014, 12:50 AM
-I know Erick and I were drunk last night but I remember him saying, "wherever you end up is where you need to be" and I remember thinking that I'd do anything to believe him.
August 5, 2014, 4:04 PM
-I was standing on the ledge this whole time and I didn't even know it.

By now you must’ve realised,
that every face wears a mask
but darling,
if you let me, I want to do the honours,
of taking that filth away from you,
Daring, you don’t need a cover up
You’re just perfect the way you are.
Don’t you dare do them that favour
of getting under your akin
they’re just parasite’s ;
Lurking to get within;
They’re the monsters that hide under your bed


But darling I forgot to tell you…
We are the parasites and monsters that the fairytales warned us about.

clumsily, I fall -
whether it be in or
out of love with you.
similar to how
I bring accidental pain
upon myself, simply
from knocking
my knee on something
solid. clumsily,
I trip over my own
footsteps. I know not
my destination, or
what I'll do upon arrival.

clumsily, I allow
myself to create pathetic
fancies. stupidly,
I give you the power
to inflict
bitter pain upon me.
me, the clumsiest girl
you'll ever know,
who'd be
glad for whichever marks
etched upon her skin,
by you.