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I take one day at a time. I'm a teenage girl trying to find my place in this world.

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A poem in which I don’t compare
you to anything.
In which you are not an
elevator that I got stuck on,
or a train that never left,
but no more than a person.
No less than a person.

Today, you are not a mistake
or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
Today, I take myself home and undo,
undress, unlearn.
I take myself home and
write a poem about my skin
for the third time in a row and
then wash myself in it until
I’m clean and new.

A poem for the first full month
that didn’t hear the ache
of your name,
and for every month after.
A poem in which I am singular.
A poem in which I am more than
the people who never wanted me,
and I know this.

Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)

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humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

(via alonesomes)

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wethinkwedream:

sough (v.) to moan, to rustle, to sigh;
           (n.) the gentle, soothing murmur of wind or water
dirl (v.) to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble or quiver 
effleurage (v.) “to stroke as one would a flower”
                 (n.) a series of light stroking touches
cafuné (v.) running your fingers through your lover’s hair
cataglottism (n.) kissing with tongue

(via 5000letters)

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When the war comes, I want you to run
I want you to leave your belongings
and the house on fire
and run, because they will try and take you first
they know how much I love you
they know how much it will hurt
you won’t hear them because this time there’s no cavalry
this time it’s a girl wearing a face full of teeth
and a handful of your insecurities
and she’ll tell you you’re ugly
she’ll tell you that the world would be prettier without you in it, as though prettiness has anything to do with it
I want you to go before you start to believe her
because if you do you’ll be lost to yourself
it will start with your limbs
and then your fingers and slowly you’ll unstitch
and hang your body on a clothes line and hope that the sun will make you thinner or lovelier
that the breeze might blow all of the ugly things out of you.
Baby, to think that it would find anything but light inside of that body of yours
but you don’t know that you are weightless yet
you don’t know that you are infinitely more
so tell them to fuck off
tell them that you want no part in their battle
tell them that you are fighting for yourself everyday
and until you have finished winning the war inside of you
you’ll take no part in theirs
Azra.T “I have found my battle cry and it sounds like acceptance.”  (via 5000letters)

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Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
Marc and Angel Hack Life (via ofsupernovas)

(Source: larmoyante, via 5000letters)

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You’ll get to an age where all you can think about is having your shaking body clasped beneath someone else’s and however many years of longing will leak out of your hands until you’re trying to hold yourself together with the hope that maybe someday you’re going to be wanted with a fire that burns out entire forests. All I can tell you is that you should hold out for that hope, one day you’re going to be touched with so much intention you’ll forget any other time someone held your hand.
Azra T ‘teenage blues’ (via spikesandstars)

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How to feel better about yourself:

1. Sleep without underwear every once and a while, it’s good for you. Maybe even try sleeping naked.

2. Take long baths with tea, ice cream, or whatever you please. Throw in bubbles if that’s your style.

3. Look at yourself like you look at your best friend. Find the freckles you love, what your eyes look best with, what hairstyle compliments your smile.

4. When you look at your naked body in the mirror, only think good things. Say compliments to yourself aloud. Watch yourself smile, and encourage yourself.

5. Take yourself out on a date. Treat yourself to the things you love. You’re alone yes, but there is nothing wrong with that. Remember all the times you were smothered by people and talking crowds, and you only wanted to be alone with yourself.

6. Write yourself a love note. Tell yourself your favorite things about you, and tell yourself all the things you want to become. Tell yourself you’ll love you forever.

7. Take pictures of yourself. Selfies are magnificent! Take 500! Take them everywhere! Find the good lighting! Pick your favorite one and realize what a wonderful work of art you are.

8. Acknowledge your accomplishments, all of them. Got out of bed? It’s hard sometimes and it’s been hard before, so honestly great job. Drink lots of water, and at the end of the day congratulate yourself for staying hydrated. Let yourself know when you are proud, and soak up the feeling of “well done”.

h0wlinggh0st (via dishevelment)

(Source: aavocadobaby, via recoveryisbeautiful)

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They are always saying ‘when something bad happens, you either let it strengthen you or destroy you,’ but what of the things which leave us paralyzed? Purgatory is more painful than hell or heaven sometimes. A car stuck in a snowbank, we spin our wheels in frostbitten circles hunting for fire escapes. What if we are icicles frozen in limbo? I would rather a coma instead of a cat nap or consciousness. Nothing strong ever emerged from paralysis. Give me extremes. Do not leave my bones parked in neutral.
(via iamnotthesociopath)