Can’t Complain About Being Shot When You’re The One Who Pulled The Trigger

it should be socially acceptable to roll around on the ground groaning in pain . it wouldnt help get rid of the pain but i would feel a little better about it

I asked my boyfriend what he liked about me, because I couldn’t understand what he saw in me. He knew me at my absolute lowest, and still chose to love me. I just didn’t understand what could make him like me as more than a friend after witnessing me in that state.

And he said he didn’t know exactly what he liked about me, that he didn’t think about it too much; but he said that he knew I made him happy.

Later I was talking about how I love poetry, and I described poetry as everything worth remembering and experiencing put into words. I told him that poetry is everything we love transcribed on paper, and sometimes it’s just that simple. Sometimes poetry is just capturing the things we love, a linguistic photograph.

And after I was done, he said, “That’s how I feel” And I was happy he understood, and then he said that’s how he feels about me. That he loved me in a way that’s worth experiencing and writing about. That he just loved me for me, and I don’t need to be anything else.

And he drove home his point by saying I have an appealing face. #RIZZ Heart is full of love type shit

whatever this is

who up about to ruin they own night

I wish I liked myself

I’ll drink myself to death inside this prison cell

i should just change my name to paper tiger at this point

get yourself a good treat

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

Yearning not even for anyone in particular I just want sighhhhhhhh