one of my greatest fears is loving someone who doesn’t understand my depression and forcing them to put up with it only for them to give up and leave when it gets too monotonous and then resent me for it for years to come
finally replaced my MIA Fitzgerald and making it a point to reread my favorite books before updating my two year plan. sigh, life
Hi everyone. So it’s my best friends birthday. She’s my ultimate comfort. And she’s also one of the most supportive people i know. I’m very shy about my poems, but she loves them and has nagged me forever to attempt at writing a book. I am nowhere near that level of comfort in my writing, but i am here, which is a book of 24 food based poems i wrote for her birthday present. I hope she likes it, and i hope you guys too. Any feedback would be great! Please feel free to share.
I seriously adore these, they make me melt
I’m not sure if I should sleep naked or in sweats and a sweater. Colds are so confusing.
My BF is coming back for the Fall and I hate it because he was my landing pad in Santa Cruz and oddly enough I saw him more when he’s in SC than when he’s staying 15mins away I’m really going to miss frequenting the 17
"Suicide is not freedom. It’s a cry for help that always comes too late…To intimate, however subtly or unintentionally that taking your own life is a liberating action, is irresponsible and dangerous. While someone who is not suicidal might look at the picture of the genie and find comfort, someone whose mind is weighed heavy by depression may see something dangerously different. To simplify and make cosy Williams’ death only reinforces the cheerful Hollywood veneer behind which he hid his grief…His passing was the conclusion of a terrible thought process which convinced him that he had just one way out. And any suggestion that suicide might be an agonized mind’s only route to peace must surely break the heart of anyone now battling to help a loved one see a different light.”
"Is Santa Cruz your home away from home, or am I your home away from home?"
We played with fire and we acted as if neither of us were burned. I think of you occasionally, but I hope you’ve forgotten me