i hate insecurity.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are
Anonymous asked: What are the little things you miss so much?
my best friend, i could tell her anything. we could sit and talk for hours and laugh together about anything. her smile. the way that when we first started talking i would never put my phone down because i would hope that she texted me. she wouldn’t put up with my bullshit. the way she looked at me. all of the things that we did together. i miss everything.
i went by the lily pads today and all of a sudden started to cry.
some days you don’t even cross my mind.
others i miss you so fucking much.