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Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore."
• July 7, 2014 (via 5weetsorrow)
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shortsimplestories anch0rssss-awayy
crazykissing:

lazypacific:

"What are you terrified of?"

oh my god
lazypacific anch0rssss-awayy
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Please understand that I want you.
You and your ten-second phone calls

in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes
inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous

of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure.
Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations

of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface,
we feel each other’s fingers from places

we will never belong to. I am here and you are
becoming part of the ocean and I am always

a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you”
This is me waiting for you to just come home

to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand
how badly I want you to be.

"
Dear Long Distance Lover by Kharla M. Brillo    (via 5ft1)
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pouvoires anch0rssss-awayy
yourdeaddarling anch0rssss-awayy
anamorphosis-and-isolate anch0rssss-awayy
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It’s you. It is always going to be you.
With my fucked up heart and lonely soul, I will always choose you.
I only want you between the cracks of rapture and torture,
and trust you to be the antidote or the poison, running through my veins.
Even if the world splits in half every time we part,
You are worth the pain.
I love you and nothing is ever going to change that."
Zeff Wolf (m.b. I’ll keep my promise, #12)
3 hours ago / 930 notes
zeffwolf anch0rssss-awayy

veganvibez:

do you ever feel constantly overwhelmed sad and lonely and you feel so annoying telling anyone about it bc you feel like a broken record who’s looking for attention when in reality you just don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore

3 hours ago / 1,184 notes
veganvibez anch0rssss-awayy
lexiealley.com anch0rssss-awayy
deathcrxsh:

brand new // millstone
deathcrxsh anch0rssss-awayy

vikingsrph:

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS

I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM

DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET

MY FEELINGS ARE VALID

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME

STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE

STOP STOP STOP

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anch0rssss-awayy:

Idk, I just really dig this picture.
1000daysofhim:

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
posporia anch0rssss-awayy

talkshitnojutsu:

"fats girls cant-"

shh.. fat girls can and they will

4 hours ago / 23,846 notes
talkshitnojutsu we-are-p0etry
You know what would rock? If I could fucking write again. If I could piece my words together maybe then I wouldn’t hurt so bad.
4 hours ago / 7 notes
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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

"
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trueho we-are-p0etry