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My face is not stoic and regal; it’s traitorous and unpredictable. Some wear their hearts on their sleeves—I wear mine on my mouth. I smile with my teeth when I’m happy, and when my mom looks at me, I’m always happy.
He says jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius, and I’m no mediocre girl.
Nobody wants to be a bad person. But some people—like me—just can’t help themselves.
“What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?” “To save me all your firsts,” he whispers somewhere between my ear and mouth as his body brushes away from mine.
There’s some relief in this pain I’m feeling. It reminds me that despite my bitchy ways, I’m still capable of hurting for someone else.
When someone hits me with a stick, I run over them with a tank. I’m so mean to him I want to throw up. I hate this part of being me. The striking harder at all costs part.
You’re only lonely if you’re not there for yourself.
She’s a work of art And as such There’s nothing more devastating Than watching her break
He wants to let her go But can’t seem to set her free Because if she does end up returning She’ll see who he fell in love with and flee
The sun is a lot like hate—beautiful and lethal and essential for our survival. It can blind you, but it also keeps you going.
Hate motivates much more than love.
Love is content and peaceful. Happy people aren’t driven. They simply…exist. Now, us, hateful people, we’re somet...
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You’re either going to have to face your mother, your friends, your principal, your fucking life, or prepare to feel like you’re holding the smoke in your lungs for a very long time. Because, baby, it only gets worse from here on out. The older we get, the deeper the shit we’re swimming in gets.”
To want to become my friend not because I was popular, but because I was me. He was the first boy who noticed the injured animal behind the camouflage of hostility and tried to give it water and shelter.
You’re tearing confessions from my mouth Reactions from my flesh Fights from my fists Blood from my heart With your eyes alone Sometimes I want to break the wall I built between us Let you in And watch you destroy me
I wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
Love is so contaminated. It tarnishes all that is beautiful and corrupts the soul. Love is so much uglier than hate because when you hate, you’re not confused. When you’re in love, you’re dumb.
You think you are so fake But you’re the realest thing I’ve ever seen Painful to watch Beautiful to see Shattering to touch
the more I realize maybe I loved her just because someone had to.
I can’t bear her vulnerability because it seems real, and I can’t think of her as real.
If I could hate you Like you hate yourself I wouldn’t be eaten alive By guilt Desire And lust
There is nothing more poetically inspiring Than loving the right person At the wrong place At the wrong time
But emotionally…for the first time since I’ve met him, I see him feel. The walls are soaked with his emotions, the air dense with them.
I can feel his laughter in my empty chest as I break into a thousand minuscule pieces. So tiny are the parts of my broken heart they feel like dust and ash rattling in my chest.
“There are times in life when evil takes over our soul, and it is our job to seek the purity and solace in those who care about us.
The sad reality is, you never grow up to be who you’d imagined yourself as.
I want to be your everything Other than one thing Your past
I loved you when no one else did. I grieved for you. I thought you were dead and tortured myself, blamed myself. But my actions never intended to hurt you.
I made a mistake. You did all this on purpose. So now I’m leaving you, just as you left me. Only I’m four years too late.”
Everything I want turns to ash. I spent the entire semester trying to be yours, but you’ve never once claimed my heart.
“You were never a drizzle, Penn Scully. When I fell for you, you came beating down, and I felt you everywhere. You were hail.” Why didn’t you tell me we were in love? Why did you wait for me to find out When you broke my heart?
“I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.”
Happy in our happiness. And that’s what good friends and families do. They pick you up and pull you out of the mud of your own mistakes.
And when you’re not the best version of yourself? Well, they’re still there, waiting, because we’re all fucking human.
