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You asked me who I am in my ideal world, where I can create and be whoever I want to be. And I tell you, in another life I’m bold, I tell the kid in class to quit interrupting  the lecture because we are so  goddamn tired of him acting like he knows everything. I don’t text my mother telling her that I am crying, I don’t sit on the corner of her bed sobbing at 3 am about someone that doesn’t like me back or how much I wish I could sleep, I dye my hair pink and blue and purple and I get a fringe and wear dark lipstick and remember to file my nails rather than let them break and I dress in all black one day and the next day in colors as vivid as my dreams of you. I travel wherever I want without a worry in the world and I don’t think twice about moving constantly and I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee shops early in the morning and sit next to someone in the sunlight and we talk about politics or just good stories we have heard. I take some time off from school and I work and I live in a small apartment with a faucet that drips but I keep the windows open constantly and my neighbors are so unconventional but they are still so beautiful and they have the greatest stories and they drink during the weekends and during my free time I fill my walls with pictures and poems and posters and I am so bloody passionate that it drips through the windows, I have many friends or I have absolutely no one and I am content either way and I go to parties and get to know everyone but no one exactly knows me and they try to describe me to others asking if they’ve seen me too but they cannot find any words that can describe the way I held their hands. And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy and happy and weird and I talk a lot or sometimes not at all and none of their words ever hurt me because I am too caught up in my own love, I am too  busy creating myself.  And I ask what would you be if you could be anything? And you tell me of all these divine things, you’d ride the train and never get off and see where it takes you, you would drive until you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, you would swim until your skin looks like apple peels, and as you tell me of all these wondrous adventures, where you are always going somewhere, I realize you are just running away, You have always just been running away from me.

In another life I’m bold and you’re cold. (via dollpoetry)

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You asked me who I am in my ideal world, where I can create and be whoever I want to be. And I tell you, in another life I’m bold, I tell the kid in class to quit interrupting  the lecture because we are so  goddamn tired of him acting like he knows everything. I don’t text my mother telling her that I am crying, I don’t sit on the corner of her bed sobbing at 3 am about someone that doesn’t like me back or how much I wish I could sleep, I dye my hair pink and blue and purple and I get a fringe and wear dark lipstick and remember to file my nails rather than let them break and I dress in all black one day and the next day in colors as vivid as my dreams of you. I travel wherever I want without a worry in the world and I don’t think twice about moving constantly and I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee shops early in the morning and sit next to someone in the sunlight and we talk about politics or just good stories we have heard. I take some time off from school and I work and I live in a small apartment with a faucet that drips but I keep the windows open constantly and my neighbors are so unconventional but they are still so beautiful and they have the greatest stories and they drink during the weekends and during my free time I fill my walls with pictures and poems and posters and I am so bloody passionate that it drips through the windows, I have many friends or I have absolutely no one and I am content either way and I go to parties and get to know everyone but no one exactly knows me and they try to describe me to others asking if they’ve seen me too but they cannot find any words that can describe the way I held their hands. And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy and happy and weird and I talk a lot or sometimes not at all and none of their words ever hurt me because I am too caught up in my own love, I am too  busy creating myself.  And I ask what would you be if you could be anything? And you tell me of all these divine things, you’d ride the train and never get off and see where it takes you, you would drive until you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, you would swim until your skin looks like apple peels, and as you tell me of all these wondrous adventures, where you are always going somewhere, I realize you are just running away, You have always just been running away from me.

In another life I’m bold and you’re cold. (via dollpoetry)

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Will you stop swallowing glass for a moment? I miss the days when I laughed until my hands were shaking and my  stomach was sore.  Will you stop being sad soon? I miss the time when  I didn’t spill my guts out to whoever was  willing to listen and then feel guilty afterward, because my god feelings are so bloody when you get them ripped out of you before you even have the chance to feel them. Will you remember me one day? I miss being young and free  and all to myself, I miss you and whoever else I thought  I could be.

Sunday thoughts. (via dollpoetry)

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warmth is that gooey pit in your stomach when you go out to a restaurant and you order more than you can eat and i don’t stop you and we don’t even take leftovers home because who cares when you’re so full of love? calmness is when we lay on my bed for hours and all we talk about are books or nothing at all and my mom asks me how your parents  are doing and i don’t know how to answer because all we talked about were the colors we’ve been dreaming in.  breathing is driving on the freeway with the windows down and i’m taking pictures of you and i like the way you hold your hand on the steering wheel and i’m laughing at the way your hair is blowing and we are singing along to the songs we listened to when we were thirteen and didn’t know how warm a sunday could feel. love is feeling sick from how sweet it tastes, almost empty from how much i am giving and still wanting more

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BITE YOUR TONGUE, GIRL. CLOSE YOUR OPEN HEART, GIRL. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU BLEED, GIRL. INHALE THE DAY, GIRL. EXHALE THE NIGHT, GIRL. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU CHOKE, GIRL. YOU DON’T NEED TO BE HEALED, GIRL. YOU’VE GOT YOUR OWN BANDAGES, GIRL. STOP FINDING THE SUN IN OTHER PEOPLE, GIRL. YOU PROJECT YOUR OWN LIGHT, GIRL. I’M SICK OF SEEING YOU SO SAD, GIRL. YOU DON’T LOVE LIKE YOU SHOULD, GIRL. NOT LIKE HE WANTS YOU TO, GIRL. WHY WASTE YOUR EFFORT, GIRL? YOU CAN’T CHANGE THIS, GIRL. YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN POWERLESS HERE, GIRL. YOU NEED TO DRAW A LINE, GIRL. MAKE IT A FINISH LINE, GIRL. LEARN TO EMBRACE THE END, GIRL.

LISTEN, GIRL, LISTEN // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

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