you are a broken house with smashed windows and ivy growing between your fingers you are fragile and with every creaking footstep on the stairs you pray so hard that you have let the right one in there will be people, people with minds so blissfully ignorant that they walk right through you and do not see the splintered furniture residing within your body, you are invisible to them, and sometimes you wonder if you are even there but then there are other people - people worth staying standing for, people who will walk in and gently run their fingers along the parts of yourself that you forgot were even there, people who will explore your

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rigor samsa

when i brew silence for one, it gathers arched and unkindly, stretching like camel skin over a tambourine into the distant sciamachy of mágoa, bubbling at our transparent surfaces. do not recidivate with me; if you must, cater to my finifugal genuflection. i wait for yugen, breaking my horizon with the vermillion of your universe where the cafuné we share over sleepy cups of dormiveglia, is no longer a privilege but the resfeber that settles and sinks till it is permanent. as i harvest silence on my own, i still watch brontide after brontide escape the nooks of your half- perpendicular jaw, dreading the war your metanoia m

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Your life is not a British television show

People on social media sites tend to glorify things that hurt. They brag about things that people struggle with. Mental illness is not a label. It is not a badge nor a privilege or something you have to earn. People suffer, they battle voices in their heads that they do not even recognize. People struggle to tame their inner demons and keep up an image that the world expects them to uphold. Mental illness is not cute, being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk. Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic. News flash! Your life is not an episode of Skins The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional, no one is going to save yo

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letters from the sea

i. sometimes when i wake up before the sun rises, when i’m all alone and it feels like i might be the only person in the world i notice that my face is wet and i wonder if it’s because i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams ii. i remember you in the summer nights under the corsican stars and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater i remember how the phosphorescence coated our bodies as we swam together, the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine and us glowing like soft stars in the night i remember how i wished it could last forever iii. now i wonder if the tides and my tears were so different a

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reasons why we should be in love

if I could I’d love you like those couples who grow into each other and make poetry out of body language and wear one another’s weaknesses when they get too heavy and talk about the weather without ever really meaning the weather at all; and you’d keep me from falling asleep in the ocean and I’d lie about little things, always confusing Sunday for Tuesday and you for somebody with the same face who was always afraid of me. you’d chuckle and hold me and I’d cave in to you like the hungry tide and you’d say I looked beautiful when I cried and I wouldn’t believe you but I’d cry more anyw

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