Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
I appreciate my thighs.
Hell, 18 out of the 24 hours of the
day, I love them.
They are soft and they get agitated
when I wear dresses, but they
deal with it. They move with me
and I am grateful for that.
My face is peaceful. Is that weird to
say? On a good day, it’s a river
before the wind touches it.
See, I’m trying to be positive.
I’m taking myself apart,
piece by piece,
and enjoying the miracle of how I
My lips. My uneven lips.
I love them crooked.
My lopsided little mouth that
is always pouting.
How about it?
A love poem about myself.
A love poem about my own
I think I’m in love with how
unattractive I can be. I think
I’m dizzy with how much of me
I mean, I’m like a house I never
get tired of exploring. I’m like a
maze that has fireworks in the center
I’m mad at myself for all the years
I wasted thinking my body
was a bad thing.
I wish I’d written this sooner.
Tomorrow, I’m gonna wear shorts and go somewhere crowded.
I’m gonna be the person with all
the sun in her.
I’m not gonna cover my eyes when
it gets too bright.
“Has it ever struck you … that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going? It’s really all memory … except for each passing moment.”
Eric Kandel, “In Search of Memory: The Emergence of a New Science of Mind” (via neuromorphogenesis)
why want the d when you can have the p
if you like me i’ll literally never realize it until you tell me, “I like you” and even then I’m still not sure
“They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages.”
John Mayer (via johnmayersays)