|—||m.s. (via cursedbrothers)|
17. Who do you feel the most comfortable talking to about anything?
Truth be told, not many, if any. I think I’ll have to say my friends Micaela and Paul from back home (though I never see them anymore, which makes me sad).
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
To be perfectly honest… this.
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
*sigh* Okay, I do believe that everyone deserves the chance to be better, but some people don’t try to be better. This being said: everyone deserves one if they truly want to fix things, but sadly, more often than not, we are not given these second chances. Also, there is a big difference between second chances and third/fiftieth chances.
(I have no idea if any of that made sense, or if my answer was kind of convoluted, I apologize.)
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
I don’t know!!! D:
I think it was on band tour… so about a month and a week ago?
Thanks, Georgia! :)
no lil fox dont be scared come back
OH MY GOD
guys, I just got a new idea for how to write out an old idea and I got kind of overwhelmed with how good it was in my mind
Please know, that this is the last one. I hope that the wind carries you to a place where you’re happy; I hope your bones start to feel at home in your skin. I hope you don’t have to taste my name on your tongue anymore, and that you stop clutching your anger like a lifeline.
Please know, that this is the last one. My mouth has run out of words to say to you, and I think that’s how I knew. After I was finished pulling your lies out from under my fingernails and my connective tissue, after I stopped seeing you in my sleep, I could understand that I was only swallowing poison and chewing on broken glass for years. When I finally spit it all out, I got poems shaped like the shadows on my wall; I got poems that spelled out your name a thousand times over.
Please know, that this is the last one, and the first one, all at once. The last goodbye, and the first real one; and I hope it’s suitable.
This is the last one; you’re the last one to turn me into a mess. I don’t have anything to clean up anymore; I haven’t felt you in my blood vessels in months. This is the last one, he’s the last one; and the first and everything in between.
This is the last one.
|—||a letter to my ex-boyfriend when i realized he isn’t the one. (jl)|
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
|—||E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)|
I don’t like this poster.
Because it implies that there is a class system sort of thing associated with HIV, as if because you have HIV, you are seen as a “lower status” than the status of not having HIV. We’re all human, and we all deserve respect, not this bullshit.
(I don’t think that’s necessarily what they were trying to say with this poster, but it was my immediate first thought, which means that they really should have thought much more about how they worded things/are representing this.)