smalljessamine reblogged
they never made her happy but the second they left her they left her in the dark and she realized she was jealous of them and their radiant light but little did she know she was the brightest star of all.
(t.s)
thegoodvybe
Source: weheartit.com
Because of you
I need to learn again
how to touch myself
without hurting
smalljessamine reblogged
1. it’s been eighty-two days since she last made her bed
2. between trash and clothes, she can’t see the floor
3. she slept next to a pizza box for six nights in a row
at first it was a lack of motivation to do anything
now the mess just makes it easier for her to disappear
Trista Mateer, from “Small Ghost Doesn’t Clean Her Room,” Small Ghost (via lifeinpoetry)
smalljessamine reblogged
From The Dogs I Have Kissed by Trista Mateer