Be open. Let people past your cracks. Let people see the colors of your insides and the scorch marks from all times he touched you with lips like telephone wires, all the bruises you’ve pasted to the walls of your womb like love letters, suicide notes, black boxes: I was here. I was important. I was here, I lived, please don’t forget me. Listen, you’ve got to let people in, and you’ve got to start putting down roots, and you’ve got to let people hold you in their hands and trust they won’t wring you dry and trust they won’t squeeze and squeeze, and you’ve got to be soft, and you’ve got to be malleable, and you’ve got to be open, be open, the planet’s spinning on its axis and we’re clinging to the skin of a world we were not meant to call home and you’ve got to feel that, you’ve got to trust. It’s not always going to be white picket fences and it’s not always going to be freshly cut lawns and it’s not always going to make sense, it’s going to be messy, it’s going to be bloody, you’re going to be human, you’re going to eat hearts for breakfast and when you speak, wolves are going to howl, but it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be wild and you’re going to be brave and it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be okay.
April 17th, 2014 - 2,722 notes
sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
April 8th, 2014 - 419,028 notes