you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
u know whose pretty cool?? u…………………………………………..r mom
"I know what wind tastes like,
and I’m not scared anymore.
Last spring,
I was the fallen down tree
and the kicked in window,
but this time around,
I’m the chimes with a song to sing.
Everything was so quiet back
when I was convinced everyone hated the sound
of my voice,
but I have learned since that I am not
here to make music for anyone other than myself.
If you came here to tell me
you don’t love me like you did yesterday,
then I’m still not sorry.
That was last week’s poem, baby.
It’s your fault for never showing up on time.
Today,
I only know how to say my own name,
and for the first time in years,
it isn’t standing next to a full moon
with an ocean chasing it.
Today,
it is standing alone,
and today,
I am the least scared I have been in my entire life."
Y.Z, forgiving the broken dollhouse (via flannel) ←
