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just a place for the words that my heart spills out

your name feels like rocks in my mouth
but I keep saying it because
cutting my lips on our memories
is the closest I can get to lying in your bed

Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)
and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.

Laura elizabeth ross  (via unlively)

(Source: lauraelizabethross, via unlively)

I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
Unknown (via unlively)

(via unlively)


turning so many people into poems that sometimes I forget to turn them back

This is what I’m embarrassed about:
spying on you while you text other girls,
studying my pores in the magnifying mirror
that hangs in my mother’s bathroom.
The stretchmarks on my knees and the insides
of my elbows. He apologizes for the blood
in my panties but bites my neck, picks my skin
from his teeth. All of my friends are packing up
and moving to New York and I am too scared
to explore how this makes me feel in a poem.
An easy truth is my dresses are getting tighter.
I only feel like a girl after I’ve painted my nails
or waxed the dark shadow of hair between
my thighs. Funny how we believe anything
will make us smoother by rubbing it
into our skin. It takes a lot of mascara
to convince me of my own prettiness.

Kristina Haynes, “Feminine Worries” (via fleurishes)
Right now my heart & your heart are taking bong rips,
giggle-cuddling, hoping one will kiss the other by accident.
They are stupid, smitten with smoke. Accidents do happen,
after all. Bands break up on tour; best friends fuck
the same confused girl. Nothing sacred but the spells
that spin the world in reverse.

Emily O’Neill, “I’ll Admit It,” published in Word Riot (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via fleurishes)

Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
Unknown (via certifiedcynic)

(Source: toinfinityandswann, via whiteboysandhotwings)

maybe the reason i keep
walking back into nightmares
is so that i have something
to daydream about