1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.
2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.
3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.
4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.
5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.
7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.
8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.
9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.
10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.
Live. Live.
Live.
Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.
” – (via de-licacy)
this is crazzzy
this is it this is the gif i’ve been waiting my whole life to see i can die happy now
I hear America on the highway to Hell,
I hear it loud because it is loud and because
the day stretches on like a snake in a desert.
America: built on the back of a Bible and a rifle,
some blood in between, this great nation of ours
it is fresh like linen from the laundry, and old
like a wasted…
I hear America on the highway to Hell,
I hear it loud because it is loud and because
the day stretches on like a snake in a desert.
America: built on the back of a Bible and a rifle,
some blood in between, this great nation of ours
it is fresh like linen from the laundry, and old
like a wasted…
I remember the sound
Of excitement and glee
That slithered with me to bed
Even if I was wide awake
Waiting for your lettersI remember the truth
Despite the stretch of land and sea
That echoed from my end to yours
As our love remained like chains
In a world of paper-strong promisesI…
Where is the escape button
The emergency exit
The pill labelled
“I quit”?
If life is a roundabout
Then I’m done
Well and truly dizzy
Begging the lord who has forsaken me
To slow down,
To let me off.
This once bright blood has darkened
I am black,
Inside and out
Gasping
Again, again
But void,
…
The sky is green, my dear.
Look at the way musty clouds
leer at each other as they draw
a curtain over the sunlight.
Taste each raindrop as it burns
on your skin, as the winds toss
your hair about. Perhaps it used
to be blue; things change.The ocean is dry, my dear.
We suckled it through straws
until the salt skinned our tongues
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the…
