Love it when words smack me across the face like this did.(via lovelylittlelegacy)
ten confessions1. I have given him so many words I don’t know which ones are left untouched. Which ones are not filled with dust or bile. Which ones will grace the trigger with weight. Which ones will salt the ice but not the wound.2. I do not want the words fresh as good dirt. I do not want…
the pains occur far too frequently
for the melancholy to simmer.
A distant whisper
they used to be.
in the space
between my shoulders
until the sweat
eerily down my own body
How the world is celebrating the life of Nelson Mandela.
I was asked today, how many birthdays I have.
My heart breaks evertime I think that I dont even eat wafer sticks or Nestlé chocolate.