Anonymous said: Why does he let you pay for meals?
It’s not a question of ‘letting’ me pay. I don’t live by his rules, I am my own woman. If I am in a relationship with someone, I am his partner and equal and expect to be treated as such. If he pays for meals, so will I. If he pays for theatre tickets or whatever, you can be damn sure that I will too.
I am his but I am not his property.
I keep writing
in the hope that
will feel a little lighter
always seems to remain
I threw up ON my boyfriend today and he STILL had sex with me five minutes later. Is this love? I think so
but every time you smile, it starts to rain
and I have spent too long trying to adjust and
live in the storm when all I wanted was the
I do not know what is happening
but I find you in every place I look
the air is heavy with your name and I look at
my hands and find them holding your prayers.
people say that I have lost it, that I am out of
my mind, and if that is true
won’t you let me be found on yours?
I thought about Death and in what form it would
come to me: it would either force its way into my home
or I would invite him in. That is how it happens
you invite them in at the dead of night
they tell you of how they followed leaves
trying to find God and happened upon your doorstep
they’ll take all you have with sweet talk of
how they left their world, for you
they want nothing, but you
lock all your doors, the theives are coming
I woke up in unfamiliar skin,
it hurts the same but there is not
a single scab to pick
so I rub my eyes, like I can
change what is before me
and I rub them so hard that
I cut the corners,
and God, it hurts to
bleed at what I see
Anonymous said: YOUR ICON IS SO PRETTY.. OMG- WHAT APP DID YOU USE TO ADD THE FRAMES? <33
Thank you, I used photo squarer
Anonymous said: Not a question just something I've noticed. You write about your mother and grandfather alot but not your father.
'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'