Everybody’s full of bullshit. It’s like they were made to be one or something. Don’t say something you know will lead a person on. It’s one of the most hurtful things to do, to leave a person hanging. Don’t say sorry if you don’t mean it. Don’t say you love a person when you don’t. Stop playing with people’s emotions. We’re only humans and yes, we get hurt. Sometimes more than we should.
There are times when you feel so helpless. You don’t know what to do or how to control your feelings. I am exhausted of being not good enough. People always find a way to replace me. I wish I could tell my heart who to fall for and who to stay away from. I always end up getting hurt because I always give it my all. But what am I supposed to do when I love the person? Give it all that nothing is left for myself or nothing at all? Either way, I’m gonna end up getting hurt. I loath myself for letting someone trample all over me, my heart. You might think it’s a cliche but it’s true. We all feel broken and lost sometimes and there’s nothing we can do about it.
My first day of school was okay. The only period I’m looking forward to is gym cause I actually have it with people I know. The rest of my classes are okay, I guess. People knew each other and then there’s me. It sucks when they already have their own group so you can’t just barge in. Gaaah. I wish I knew more people in my classes. Ohhhh well. I’ll make the best out of it and try to enjoy. Hopefully it will get better the next few days.
“Fast forward ten years. The first thing you will notice is that you are taller. Not necessarily farther from the ground, but closer to the sky. This may at first be dizzying, especially if you never learned how to breathe. Practice. Meet your lungs. Take note of the way your skin fits, how your bones have grown into your skeleton. Your shoulders are perfectly balanced at the top of your spine. Your arms are long enough to reach your hands. This, you will discover, is what people who know anything mean when they say beautiful.
Investigate the body you are in. Reach for both horizons at once and discover your wingspan. Crack your knuckles. Lick the gap between your teeth. Place your fingers against the underside of your wrist and feel for a pulse. If you have one, it means you’re lonely. That’s good. This is a good world to be lonely in. Explore the space you take up, the way your body displaces air in the shape of: calves, hips, belly, chin. Trace the path of tingling from lips to nipples to between your legs. Notice that your skin is the color of new skin after the old skin has peeled away. Feel underneath your sternum: there. A scar. Your body has opened up, allowed egress to something it no longer needed, like an appendix. This was painful once, as doorways always are.
Excavate yourself. Turn inside out like a pocket and examine what falls to the ground. There should be just enough coins to take a bus to anywhere. A pressed flower with a breath of purple left in it, the exact shade of I will always remember you fondly. Keys meant to open something old and worthy. Lint. The lint means you have been places, smelled dust, shaken off dead cells. A piece of paper with a name on it. Nothing sharp: you don’t carry razor blades under your fingernails anymore.
The suitcase you packed before leaving your parents’ house is here, spine-creased books and a one-eyed stuffed dog. The green dress that made your collarbone a lie. Your first lipstick. Jeans that will always have the stain from that night, an empty whiskey bottle. Spread them out like tarot cards on the pavement: the past, the present, the wish. Where the tenth and final card would be, place yourself.
Practice listening to sounds other than the grinding of your teeth. Songs are a good place to start, especially songs with piano accompaniment and lyrics about changing seasons. Listen to crickets. Learn how to divine the temperature from their chirps. Listen to the ground underneath you. Gravity will keep you here until you are ready to leave.
You can still recite those sad poems from memory, but they don’t resonate in your chest the way they used to. You can walk across a bridge without counting the seconds between your bones and the concrete below. There is an ocean, but it is far away, not filling up your mouth. There will be people who want to touch you gently. You know that you can still feel pain, in your eyes and hands especially. But in this moment, all you know of your body is open arms.”—Lindsay Miller - For the Queer Girls who Dream of Drowning (via holdonmagnolia)
“Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I’m not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.”—Meet Joe Black