I grew up and I’m not what I thought I’d be, I grew up and I did not pass go, did not collect 200 dollars, If only we taught ourselves to be more than what is told, perhaps my self-worth would not reflect the lies you told me in the dark, I did not have a night light because I was told there weren’t monsters under the bed, only in some closets, and down the hall, so I learned. I am painting faces in gasoline waiting for the fire to catch but there’s only smoke to those words. My insides are blue and bruised,but I don’t bleed color, No one tells you that as a ghost you’re really only haunting yourself, I am more than this, I tell myself, but I can see through my hands, and you can’t hear me. I grew up and I’m not what I thought I’d be, I am only existing.
J.M: ghosts aren’t as colorful as the stories

Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.

the greatest thing i have ever read  (via get-fit2fuck)

(Source: howitzerliterarysociety)


It’s my life.


why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes


Tricia walking on a super massive tree in the Avenue of the Giants. This place is absolutely incredible and I definitely recommend it to anybody that wants to see something that will make them feel like a little kid again. 

There is a man at the front door
dressed like a debt collector
who tells me you owe him something.
He doesn’t know your name,
but he’s sure it’s you he’s looking for.
On Tuesdays,
the window holds the face of a woman
who is convinced she knows
where God is,
and she’s convinced she needs to show you,
but you don’t speak the same language.
Every phone in the house is ringing
and the voice on the other end
says he’s your father
and he’s finally sorry after all these years.
Listen, there’s no way to make this easy.
Listen, I’d bury these ghosts for you but I
can’t kill a dead thing,
no matter how alive it seems.
I would have swallowed your heart and
kept it safe in my growing belly
until it was ready
for this world,
but you’re stronger than that.
Baby, you can’t outrun disease
when it’s growing inside of you.
You should have known that by now,
but I won’t hold it against you.
I’ll get rid of the doorbell
and cut the phone lines to stop the noise
if that will bring the music back.
You are so much louder than
whatever told you to stop singing,
and my ears are all yours
if you’ll take them.

Y.Z, you are more than what is weighing you down (via rustyvoices)



Ostrich taxidermy. Source—please do not remove.

Weird. I like it.

I can even say it,
though only once and it won’t

last: I want this.
I want this.

Margaret Atwood (via saintofsass)

(Source: lifeinpoetry)


by Richard Gaston