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Today my anxiety feels like an
over-filled balloon in my stomach,
like everything’s about to burst.
Today it feels like all my insides
have wings and want to get away.
My heart is the only wingless thing,
and that’s only because it’s running
in hiccup beats against my chest.
Today everything is a roller coaster,
except it’s all fall and no loops and
no stopping. Today my belly has
that sinking feeling of seeing your
crush kissing another mouth, except
the feeling never ends.

anne, anxiety (via anneisrestless)



I hope she tastes
like all the words
you never could
pull out of me.

i hope it’s beautiful, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)



The cure to broken hearts
is pints of ice cream and
horrible poetry and bad movies
and laughing and going out
until three in the morning and
being someone that you can
love without another person
telling you reasons why
and that’s probably the best
way to get over people who
never deserved you anyway.

A Remedial Sort of Poem (via ink-trails)



Drawing the razor across my face,
I wince as I take,
not only blond hairs but
a sizable chunk of flesh as well.
If my objective was to
make the sense of alienation
as apparent on the outside
as it is at my core,
then the sticky blood
slowly dripping over my lips
certainly conveys the message.

That’s the funny thing
about blood.
It’s so easy, so cheap,
to sacrifice a little
when you need some
for your rituals but
the result it buys,
in horrified and repulsed respect,
from your now attentive audience,
is worth it’s weight in gold.

Looking at me now,
you can tell there is something
slightly off about me but
you can’t put your finger on
exactly what it is.
Engaging me in discussion
to determine my affliction is,
in all likelihood,
more trouble than it’s worth.

I am carving a
“Do Not Disturb” sign
into my face because
you have shown very little interest
in what I have to say and
I have grown weary endeavoring
to meet with your approval.
I have decided to capitulate and
remove my disguise,
in the vain hope you will now understand
what I can’t find the words to say.


Max Mundan, Shaving My Eyebrows

© David Rutter 2014

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(via maxmundan)



Your body is no
instrument.

They do not
have to touch
you for you to
come alive.

You exist in
yourself, not
the hands of
another.

Your body is no
lonely thing.


you were not created to be used, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)



I got attached the moment you bumped into me and I feel in love with the way you mad me feel alive.
– (53/365) by (KJ)

(Source: kjpoems)





I’m just gonna hug this pillow until it’s you.
– AEB (via wordsfrommystubbornheart)



There’s no need in your voice
anymore, no longing or missing
when we spend time apart; this
was the first thing I noticed. You
get up for a glass of water and
don’t think to ask if I’m thirsty
too, you forget I’m behind you
and I have to catch the door as
it closes on me. These are tiny
things, but they’re all part of the
same problem: your veins used
to be so full of me that you saw
my face even when we weren’t
together, but lately you’ve been
forgetting I’m there when
we’re in the same room.

anne, i can see you falling out of love with me (via anneisrestless)



Unwrap yourself from
the thought of him.

Wash your hands,
even if it never makes
you feel any cleaner.
You will never be able
to scrub off certain
pieces of yourself.

Write yourself love
notes. Try to believe
the best of you.

When he tries to kiss
you in these frequent
daydreams, and they
will be frequent,
practice turning your
head away. Practice
moving on.

Take baths often.
Let yourself melt
into the water;
remember to gather
all of yourself back
up once you are done.

Do not leave yourself
to be swallowed by
the drains.

Sleep on the grass.
Don’t move when it
begins to rain.

Look for the stars every
night, even when they
are nowhere to be found.
Unhinge yourself from
the promises you keep
underneath your tongue.

Try not to fall back
into the person you
grew away from.


thoughts on being better, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)



But you deserve the universe and I’m just a star
27/07/14 (via incoloure)



When I saw you throw away your favorite jeans because you ripped a hole in the knee I realized you’d eventually leave because I have more rips and tears than that pair of Levi’s ever could.
– I was right (via rlyspaced)

(via rlyspaced)





I hope missing me isn’t
something you get over.
Maybe that’s selfish, but
I’m just afraid you’ll realize
how small I am compared
to the whole world. I hope
you have all the adventure
you need, but that you’re
still excited to come back
to me at the end of it.

anne, long distance (via anneisrestless)