I thought I knew life, grasped its seasons, its gentle hum.
Fashion matters. Naysayers may deem it frivolous and even narcissistic, but I will always believe in the power of fashion.
Loneliness sucks. Understatement of the year? Perhaps, but I’m letting my inner poet take the day off. So much art has been dedicated to loneliness, so I’m not going to wax poetic about the soul sucking emptiness of loneliness, though I could easily do so all day.
There’s something about journaling that, if you let it, sets you free. When I first started keeping a written journal at the beginning of 2015, I had no idea just how valuable a skill it would prove to be.
September smells like rain on my window– Pain. Cliches, yeah I know about those.
Skip. Skip. Skip. Finally! Actually–
tw: self harm, blood, death
Darkness My best kept secret– The world is already full of unstable girls Holding hands with their fears Accepting candy from their doubts Letting lies into their hearts
Truth visits me at night, arms laden with nervousness and soft nourishment eyes brimming with more than i deserve.
Art is an essential part of our existence; it enriches our lives and opens our minds. So what do you do when it becomes a source of unhappiness?
Today’s To Do List: 1. Breathe in 2. Breathe out 3. Repeat Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for your future. Sometimes it feels like that’s all life is; one big sacrifice.
I want to stay awake, I’m happy to have woken up. (I want to go to sleep, I never want to wake up.) Each breath comes easily, my lungs are unclouded. (Each breath is a battle, my lungs are flooding.)