• spilled ink •
My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday, That his roommate from college And best friend from high school; Overdosed and die...
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She ope...
I keep checking my phone to see if I got a text message from you, only to remember that we don’t talk anymore. I can’t forget ho...
I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
I don’t want to bother you but I really need help. My little sister was born blind, and she asked me what colours look like today. I d...
please know that you’re loved when you are too sad to speak and too afraid to ask for help know that there is someone missing you t...
Every lover I have ever had gazed upon me like a traveler wandering through scorched earth. Only to journey through me to get to their pictu...
no monster here, only the shape of a falling star where your heart should be. northbound & reaching, a hero telling her story. it starts...
I am always going to love you. But I have to move on because this love is killing me.
It’s only when you lose someone that you’ll realise how strong you can be. You’ll learn how to cry so silently you wonder if it qualifies as...
I find myself angry at the shallow empty behavior of people. I find myself hurt at the selfish and unreasonably cruel actions of the few. I ...
We’re like parallel lines: always close - never together.
When you are lonely, sit with it. Feel it move through your veins. Feel it mix with your breath. There is only one way out of this and that ...
It was beautiful and it was miserable and I couldn’t do anything more than simply breathe it in.
You wrecked me and I apologized.
I might turn the page, but I find you in every chapter.
She was art, she was wrecked, she became an artist.
I saw it coming but at the same time I didn’t because I didn’t believe the world could possibly be that fucking cruel.
Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face. It is not a blood-stained tub, or the bl...