I'm Lost but I'm Free

@xpope / xpope.tumblr.com

Ali. Harmless. Empty.

taking a break from this for a bit

I'm a fucking idiot

i’m sharp because i have to be my edges have not been dulled but sharpened with the ebb and flow the cycle of violence; the cycle of anger of fear i’ve been filed to a point with every passing glance from tiger eyes every wolf’s howl from car windows rolled down just enough so i can hear but not see the assailant who hurls his words (daggers) into my soft stomach “Hey baby, where you headed?” 13 years old i became harder; wanted to be impenetrable 17 years old sacrifice myself to protect myself i’m a weapon no honeyed words can soften
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Albert Camus, Notebooks (1951-1959)

i want a house overflowing with plants. i want a big dog who thinks he’s small enough to fit in my lap. i want huge windows that flood the floorboards with light. a porch with a swing that we’re constantly sweeping ash off of. i want ivy growing all around. a bathtub big enough for the both of us.