Inhale, Exhale
Some days My heart hurts for you and for me and for everything I had once and lost. Some days the smoke burns so damn much I can feel my lungs dying along with…
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Some days My heart hurts for you and for me and for everything I had once and lost. Some days the smoke burns so damn much I can feel my lungs dying along with…
Your laugh is an explosion. I’d heard of it, but I’d never heard it, before that night. The first time I heard it, I was embarrassed. Sitting in the front row…
It’s getting colder. This morning I needed headlights, not sunglasses, to drive to school. My sweatshirt stayed on the whole day. My arms and legs had…
I want to have something to say. I need to have something to say. I feel it in my chest, way down deep, at the base of my throat, wanting to come out. Reach…
I’m not gonna fuck this up. Really I’m not. I’ve learned some things since last time, and I’ve changed so much. Still old demons never really go away, I don’t…
When I was fourteen, like many other fourteen-year-olds, I started high school. In the most cliché way, I remember first stepping into that big, intimidating…
Sensory Overload. Everything hurt. I had been the same... but it hadn’t hurt before. I hadn’t felt it before. My head was pounding, ears ringing, palms…
I was running. I was running so hard- pumping my arms, my hands gripped in fists, nailings digging into my palms. Panting, lips dry, sweat dripping, legs…
I have this seashell. It looks just ordinary, like any other seashell. It’s blueish and white, a little smaller than the palm of my hand. It’s got this goldish…
I’ve always liked the idea of running away. Leaving everything and becoming completely unknown. Starting over, surrounding yourself with unfamiliarity, exiting…
It’s like, right, when you’re six years old and you decide you’re going to be best friends, complete with a handshake and all? Hopeful. It’s like it was there…
Every time I sit myself down to write, I get the urge to paint. I sit there, at my desk either with my pen in hand or with my hands on the keyboard, and stare…
I write and write and write and hate it and backspace and backspace and backspace over and over and over and none of it ever sounds right. I’ve got so many…
I’ve always been fascinated by perception. How the way one person sees everything is completely different from another person. How we can never even begin to…
It’s one of those songs. The kind that makes your heart melt a little. The kind that makes you kind of sad. The kind that makes you... wonder. The kind that…
We stood there for a couple seconds in the hug. I was trying to decide if it was awkward or sweet. I decided awkward and stepped away. “Ok well, this has been…
I sat down to try and write it out. I sat down to actually try and say something, anything, put it down into coherent words and sentences. Something I haven’t…
I blushed. I couldn’t help it... was it the alcohol or was I actually falling for this guy? As much as I hated to admit it... I was falling. I was falling…
I so desperately want it to be me. I so desperately want to be the one you think about. Obsess over. Can’t get out of your head. The one of write about, dream…
I must have been really drunk, because I actually agreed to go back in and dance with him. So we started dancing to a fast song, not really talking. It was…