everything i would tell you tonight is stuck in my throat.
because we’re blue and bloodied knees and refusing to be afraid.
i’m just a little cracked,
i’ve been beaten from the inside out,
but afraid is something i have never invited into my chest.
i made this heart out of scars, and it’s what keeps me living like i could never die.
hay demasiado destruccion emocional entre nosotros. estoy solo tratando evitar el chocar inevitablemente.
a profile in several sentences:
she had doe’s eyes, and there were nights i loved her for it. there were nights i wanted more than just to love her, but she was wild and always has been, with limbs that are afraid to stand still and scars you could confuse for quirks. it’s harder to stay mad when she’s always felt a little bit like home.
a boy i knew once told me his only goal in life was to dress well.
i wanted to tell him this: you wear those sad eyes well.
- z: we're in the same boat, you know.
- n: which boat is that?
- z: whichever one it is, it's going down.
sometimes my lungs are just a place to store smoke,
and sometimes kissing you is like keeping all the best secrets.
