This Is How Life Feels When I’m Around Him
this is how life feels when i’m around him
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it doesn’t snow where i live but i can’t wait for winter ༺♡︎༻
you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small you're allowed to be proud of eating food you're allowed to be proud of drinking water you're allowed to be proud of brushing your teeth you're allowed to be proud of washing your hair you're allowed to be proud of going outside you're allowed to be proud of having a conversation you're allowed to be proud of getting out of bed you're allowed to be proud of just surviving this long you're allowed to be proud of things that others would consider small
christmas isn’t the same anymore
no matter how hard i scrub i can never get you off of me. you’re touch lingers, it lingers where you tightened your fingers around my wrists and held me down, it lingers in the flesh of my arms and chest that you bit into. i’m reminded every time someone touches me, i have to tell myself that it isn’t you and that im safe now. you changed me, you changed me and i can never be who i was before i knew you. im okay with that now but it still hurts sometimes. did you know what you were doing was bad? do you know how i think of you now? i hope you realise it someday, and i hope i never see you ever again.
Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother, 1956
Arthur Rimbaud, from The Complete Works of Arthur Rimbaud; "A Heart Under A Cassock,"
I just miss it.
