I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.
"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it.
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and I realized
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
you chose to kiss"
if you locked your boyfriend and your dog in a trunk for a week and then opened it the boyfriend would probably be pissed but the dog would be happy to see you also known as reasons why dogs are better than boyfriends
legalize dog marriage
New poem! This was inspired by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s, The Little Prince. Hope you like it! Also check out my new book Lullabies, due for release in Sep and now available for pre-order from all major book stores and online here xo Lang
Taylor swift + echoes
i dont want the d. i want the a. i want to pass this class
i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit