flowerette:

i quite like myself
slouched over a television with a broken remote,
pale skin alive with glowing colours  
at 3:33 in the morning

i think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingers

i feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty window

i am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
all alone
while i consider driving into a tree

i am very happy with who i am 

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s-erenecoast:

Wow
highmiranda:

i love you
everything-relatable:

Want more personal?
explicitit:

drainedenergy:

travelerschecks:

featherumbrellas:

lmfaoswed:

m-ayflower:

the last sentence :(

Everything is perfect until the last sentence…

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. 

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

this is actually one of the most beautiful things i have ever read..

How I always feel about people.
aseaofquotes:

Christie Watson, Tiny Sunbirds, Far Away
Submitted by kouriko.
paris2london:

(via Marc Johns: If you are looking at this, it means you are a star (or an explosion))
bl-ossomed:

exactly
thefirsturl:

not to impress