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erin

@tayerinn

you're afraid to live
you're afraid to die
what a way to exist
up close, your eyes aren’t that blue you feel like an over dose most of your jokes seem on que your talk gets old and your walls are made of brick my flame can’t handle your cold I can’t tell the difference between your heart beat and a clock tick I can’t help but think you’re all show, nothin new I liked you more when I didn’t know you a.c.s.
Why do I love him? Because he is like water. Because he ebbs and flows like the ocean. Because I will never hold him, except in an instance, in the palms of my hands. Because he loves me, but he will never stay and I will choose him in spite of this. Because once, he played a song that wrapped its claws around my heart and I said, okay. I said, fine. I said, you win, I love you. I love you.
i am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places i’ve been i am happier than ever i’m not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to miss
Source: wnq-writers
“I remember holding onto something that could never be, and crying over the things that could have been. I remember my white knuckles and worry lines, my sweaty palms and a racing heart. All for the sake of something that was never meant to be, that was completely out of this universe.”

Lukas W. // Holding on (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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inkskinned

at the bottom of our hearts, we wanted to be a survival story. but the surviving hurt. we resented the glow of mornings.

how do you tell someone that the strength they see in you isn’t as beautiful as they believe. that you’re not an incredible success story. that it hurts to breathe.

i have never known this body 
as anything but a battleground 
and goddamn it i want to change 
but it’s harder than it sounds 
turning a warzone into a 
safe place to sleep. there are so many years
between here and acceptance but 
i’m going to find a better pastime 
than counting the weight i’d lose 
if i sold my skin and replaced it
with something lighter, 
like a coffin. there are so many years
between here and recovery but
i am trying to make peace 
with my body’s way of survival. 
i am trying to forgive myself 
for all this space.
Source: wnq-writers
what my life has been: messy hair, young love, not wanting to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold, remembering things we wish we’d forget, the silence you hear when you go outside at night, cute boys with heartbreaking smiles, getting lost in a book, missing people we shouldn’t, doing everything possible to embarrass your best friend, walking past people you used to know and pretending your strangers, going everywhere with headphones in your ears, cold feet and making up stories about strangers on public transit.

4am (via 4am-reflections)

“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday

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gloupblog

No one else cares for your success, so you have to care. You have to force yourself to get up early, you have to force yourself to turn your phone off and revise, you have to force yourself to workout, you have to care for the whole world because no one else cares until they start seeing results. And they won’t ever see your results if you don’t care enough first. It’s your life, they are your goals, your dreams, it will be your success but it has to be your effort and your work first and foremost x

I needed this omgeee

forgive yourself. whether you fail a test, eat too many cookies, say the wrong thing, fail a class, or spend a whole day in bed — learn to forgive yourself. the next day will be better. the next day will be a day closer to your next success. you can do it.

we are destroying poor/immigrant/racialized children with the illusion of the American Ivy League Dream.  Now that it’s finally been uncovered that the wealthy elite are bribing top schools in america for their mediocre white children, i hope we can finally fucking end this nightmarish pursuit of academic prestige 

kids are killing themselves trying to get into these schools with the hope it’ll finally pull their families out of destitution and indignity….meanwhile they never stood a chance to begin with. 

let’s please end this cruelty in 2019 it’s actually destroying our children lmfao