"You have to learn
how to be gentle with yourself.
That you are more than
a tornado of genetics and mistakes.
How to work hard and take care of yourself.
That love takes pieces
of you with it; accept that you may
receive nothing in return.
People are horrible and sad and rotten,
but you cannot let it harden you.
She taught you to hate yourself,
but you must teach her how to love.
That your parents are not perfect.
That you are not perfect.
That it will all be okay."
- Michelle K., Things I’ve Learned In 2013. (via michellekpoems)
To die like an artist
is to live like an artist:
"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them."
- Ray Bradbury (via sad-plath)
(Source: sad-plath, via backshelfpoet)
- I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up?
- It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb.
- I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you.
- You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter.
- You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too.
- It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you.
- I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried.
- The girl who sits next to me smells like you.
- I miss you.
- I have never had so many bad nights.
- Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came.
- They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand.
- You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
- Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
- We were never in love, but, oh God, we could have been.
- "15 Texts I Almost Sent You" by d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
Julian Casablancas photographed by Chris Searl.
(Source: jackswhites, via indiebands)