This week has been about solitude Everyday after work I’ve gone home and nursed a bottle of wine think ponder question read breathe Some drunk dialing occurred during these sessions Laughing to my self too loudly has also been an antidote I’m ready
As I mature I realize that I talk to myself more, I correct my own mistakes, I...– (via awakeningapril)
dyingofthebees: When I was 19 I fell in love with anyone who had heart shaped lips and seemed to forget myself. I lost my rent money and lost someone else’s drugs and I lost the ability to care. I waited with my head down in a packed Reno emergency room and fell asleep on a San Francisco bench next to a homeless man begging for a hug. I took Vicodin on the corner of Van Ness and...
God, do you know how difficult it is, to talk about the day your own city...– Warsan Shire
Not one person in the world is necessary to you or me– This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via idontknowhentoquit)
here is what i have… poems big thighs lil tits & so much love– Ntozake Shange (via ilywso)