" Do not pity
the person
I destroyed
in order
to become
the person
I am now.
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"why do black girls smack their lips and roll their necks all the time" idk why do white boys fuck their pets and shoot their classmates

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" To think of love now is to imagine
a stem without petals;
of leaves that die in the fall
for we were never meant to last.

I was so hungry for warmth,
I fell for your touch like winter
starved of spring,

so tired, I stripped the layers
covering my heart knowing
I’d never be warm again.
by Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

(via poetfire)


Think, now: if you have found a dead bird,
not only dead, not only fallen,
but full of maggots: what do you feel -
more pity or more revulsion?

Pity is for the moment of death,
and the moments after. It changes
when decay comes, with the creeping stench
and the wriggling, munching scavengers.

Returning later, though, you will see
a shape of clean bone, a few feathers,
an inoffensive symbol of what
once lived. Nothing to make you shudder.

It is clear then. But perhaps you find
the analogy I have chosen
for our dead affair rather gruesome -
too unpleasant a comparison.

It is not accidental. In you
I see maggots close to the surface.
You are eaten up by self-pity,
crawling with unlovable pathos.

If I were to touch you I should feel
against my fingers fat, moist worm-skin.
Do not ask me for charity now:
go away until your bones are clean.

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" I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’ "
by Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via 5ullen)

(Source: 5000letters, via langleav)

" In class we had to write a list of our bad habits,
And your name was on it twice.