I want a girl that I can write poems to.
You should not wish to be the cigarette touching his lips.
He will not appear through the fog and heal your wounds.
Only you can do that.
So get out of bed and put on some lipstick.
Stop falling at his feet.
Save yourself. — Emery Allen (via rinaho)
+ mood: whole
I’ve learned that I do not have to make myself digestible.
I do not have to work so hard at making my ideologies, behaviors, issues, my entire self compact enough for anyone’s convenience.
I won’t serve you a spoonful of sugar so the idea of me will go down easy like…