Friendly Reminder: When People Say ‘as Long As You Tried Your Best’ It Doesn’t Mean ‘the Best

Your Little Things

when the wind starts to pick up

and the storms come,

sit with me

and see all your little things.

like the way you look at me.

with those eyes,

and how they’ve never told me lies.

or how as you fall asleep,

you fall into me.

or when you’re happy,

how your eyes shine like the stars.

and your smile,

makes me want to walk the isle.

or even when you’re sad,

and you come to me,

i promise i won’t get mad.

i only want you to see

the beauty that you have.

so when your storms come,

sit with me in the rain.

and we’ll find all your little things

Martyrs

Be my Romeo

I’ll be your Juliet

Let’s get married and run away

Finish their story

Let our love be seen in all its glory

We’ll live in our own secret world

We’ll forget our names and who we were

Let us be so in love

That we are no longer two

But one

Let our story be read by scholars and in schools

Let us be martyrs for a force stronger than any god we’ve ever known

My Romeo, let us be martyrs for a love stronger than what anyone’s seen before.

tumblr is such a unique experience in 2021 because it’s probably the only place on the internet, or in real life, really, where there is absolutely no point. there is no agenda, and no purpose, it’s just a place i can create this little bubble of art, and self-expression, and poetry, and live in it peacefully. scrolling through my blog and appreciating photography, fashion, literature, etc. just feels like a beautiful respite from everything outside of this website? no news no performance no productivity just pure vibes

As they laughed and pointed

I stood there

Half frozen in the 20 degree weather

My legs were purple

and not just from the cold

I acted like I could withstand the pain

So they’d see I was strong

But I guess I was wrong

I hoped they’d stop

I smiled and laughed

As they beat me down

But I’d always get up

I had to

I covered my legs

So no one could see

The pain on the outside of me

So I know you’re trying to help

But I’ve turned cold

Like my body

The days I was out on that field

Emotional Abuse

Some people won’t believe you

Because your scars are hidden

Way beneath your skin

People only believe what they can see

And that should be a sin

Stick to the Plan.

the cycle starts again.

why do i keep messing up?

just stick to the plan.

learn to stop talking.

you have to stick to the plan.

stop hurting the people you love.

stick to the plan.

jesus, have some self control.

stick to the plan.

you’ve been this way for so long,

why can’t you stick to the plan?

what’s wrong with your brain?

can’t you just stick to the plan?

you promised yourself you’d stop,

just stick to the plan.

it’s really not that hard.

stick to the plan.

you’re not trying hard enough to fix yourself.

if you’d just stick to the plan,

you wouldn’t be stuck in these problems.

stick. to. the. plan.

- a girl with no self-control. who acts on impulse even when she knows it’s wrong; who doesn’t know how to describe the way she feels; she never knows when to stop and god does she wish she did.

“All we know

Is that stars will fall

And holidays come and go”

Loving you.

love is hard

but loving you is the hardest thing to do

i know all the good you’ve done

but i cant overcome

all of the hurt feelings

and i hate what i’ve become

I've always been the one to talk too much or too loud, but in those moments she was there. Her silent rivers flowed across my cheeks as she tried to comfort me. I used to think she and I were nothing alike, but in growing up, she became all that I was. Silence, the kind of comforting ache that sits with you while you’re talked over and forgotten, but she never forgets you. She once held me in her arms while I sat and watched the stars. I saw a shooting star and wished for her to leave, so I could be heard; yet she always found her way back to me. In silent car rides and silent rooms, she held me the way I wished my mother would. Eventually, I learned to appreciate her. I meditated with her and learned her language. She told me she loved me, but hated that I was becoming her. She told me to speak, to be heard. It's hard at first when she is all you know, but I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be seen. So I became louder and louder and she cheered me on from the quiet corners of every room

most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later