I would give every molecule of air in my lungs to keep you breathing. 
I would give every drop of blood in your veins to keep your heart beating. 
I would shatter to keep you together.

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.


I’m at National Latin Forum all this week. Are any of you here too?

I have never been this happy.
his kiss is cool water on a summer day
(i find myself thirsting for it)
his lips are like honeysuckle
(soft and sweet)
his eyes are likes fireflies
(they illuminate the darkness)
his arms are like the third house on cherry street
- him.
It’s okay, honey. We’re all born with a death sentence.


honestly why are all these marauder’s era edits portraying them styled like they’re from the 50’s teddy boy era or something

really if they wore muggle clothes it’d be more like


What's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you?

Pretty much any compliment on my writing. My poetry is so important to me, and the fact that people that I’ve never met can love it so much is mindblowing. 

Finished NaNoWriMo


Five questions:

Have we told him yet?

Does your smile reach your eyes again?

How many days has it been since your cheeks tasted tears?

How did you manage to keep going?

Do you regret it?