2936) I feel so huge right now. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.
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It was easy for you. To rip my heart out and wash the blood off of your hands. But I still see the blood stains. I still feel the emptiness. I still remember the words you said being used as a chisel, carving in my chest. I still feel everything.Wash the blood off your hands. (via dollpoetry)
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I have a bad habit of shying myself away. I make myself small and walk the opposite way of a stranger, or even a friendly neighbor. I hide in the shadows and make conversation with walls. The cigarette of words begging to be smoked, I swallow and let burn my throat. I struggle with eye contact, and I am always looking at the pretty house behind their shoulder, or the veins of cracks on the cement. This habit confines me, and I am trapped inside the walls of a prison that I had once built to protect myself.// Too shy // (via dollpoetry)
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The numbers startRecovery is most important. (via dollpoetry)
getting smaller on
the scale but so does
the number of friends
you have and the number
of years you are going to
live and the number of smiles
you will have and the number
of dogs you are going to pet
and the number of songs
you are going to listen to
and the number of books
you are going to read and
the number of people you
are going to meet and the
number of times you are going
to be able to draw and the
number of times you are actually
going to feel like you are alive.
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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via dollpoetry)
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