Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty. Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.
Look what @deardarrian sent me! Even though I couldn’t be in Massachusetts for the TWLOHA-Amherst benefit, featuring Andrea Gibson, at least I got a personalized poster!
People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn’t know were there, even the ones they wouldn’t have thought to call beautiful themselves.
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
i could make a life out of this.
not the smoking, but the aura of smoking,
the togetherness and the nightfall and the words
that we share. i could make a life out of this.
i, who have never been prepared.