I’m sad most of the time and I cry too much and my chest is probably black by now but if I could crack my bones in half and pour out any bit of happiness I had left, I’d put it into a syringe and inject it straight to your heart. I hope you smile the second it mixes with your blood.
You called me in the middle of the night and you were crying and slurring your words and you told me you were broken. I want to fill every crack in your body with all the love I have for you but I think I would drown you in it.
The other night you pulled up my sleeve and I swear I saw the sadness radiating from my scars burning your eyes. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll erase them, even if it means tearing the skin off my bones. I hope you stop crying yourself to sleep.
I know you like art. I’ll paint the walls of my apartment so that you’ll shake less when you stay over. My landlord will get pissed and he might kick me out, but it’s okay, I want to live inside you anyway.
When that one song that always makes you happy gets boring, I’ll write you a new one. I’ll let you play it as loud as you want, even if it keeps me up at night. I hope it gets stuck in your head and stops your bones from aching.
If you want me, I’m yours, all of me, every part of me. Or just the parts you want, I know you don’t like the way I bite my nails or steal your cigarettes. If you don’t want me, I’ll leave, I hope the next girl who loves you plants flowers inside of you.”
My mother told me that love is messy. I know how you hate messes. I promise I’ll keep your heart clean, even when I want to rip it out of your chest and and dump all the pieces out onto my bedroom floor so i can put them back together the right way.
the one thing that has stuck with me every day since my English teacher told me it in middle school is:
"When referring to someone, always say who they are before anything else about them, because being a person always comes first"
Instead of saying “the mentally ill man,” say “the man with a mental illness”
Putting someone’s characteristics (especially negative ones) before them is dehumanizing and rude. Don’t do it.
when guys are like “Hillary Clinton cant run for president her period will mess things up” first of all what a ridiculous statement second of all SHE IS 66 YEARS OLD DO YOU HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF THE FEMALE ANATOMY YOU BUFOON
I do not care if you are my mortal enemy, if you ask me to do a period check on your behind to make sure your pants are still good i got your back dude
#and such are the rules of girlhood#thou shalt check thine sisters’ behinds for period stains#thou shalt walk behind thine sister to hide said stain until she can find something to cover it with#thou shalt never deny a tampon to a sister in need#and thou shalt offer ibuprofen whenever possible