May 2013
1 post
March 2013
2 posts
Just please be quiet. →
brittniinberkeley.wordpress.com
Blog post.
“There is nothing left for me to rearrange and the air is solid enough to catch every single one of my cries, but still too thin to bring you one hundred and eighty-seven miles to my window.”
January 2013
1 post
December 2012
3 posts
I need to stop writing about lives that aren't my own. I need to start living the one that is.
November 2012
4 posts
September 2012
3 posts
August 2012
7 posts
*I thought I was an Alien*: Why Self Diagnosing is Wrong: A slam poem that should be read out loud →
allmymetaphors.tumblr.com
****Trigger Warning*****
Also sorry if this offends anyone somehow I wrote it very quickly and I was very angry and I’m not trying to make anyone upset. This is just for people who think mental illness is glamorous or who act like they have a mental illness when they don’t.
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this is amazing.
“This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. This is for you.”
—Camryn Pulaski (via jarrodis)
