and i’ll sleep on the couch tonight and give you the bed and you’ll do the same for me tomorrow and the space between both will be where our words lost their way
1. Ron, You know how there’s that one friend we know will sleep through a troll invasion? For us, that’d always been you. The survivor. You’ve survived growing up with Fred and George.
there are 38 missed
calls. the window which looks out
into the street is closed, and for
no reason at all, you spend the
afternoon looking at the shadows
If he can, so can you.
Remember, you don’t owe anyone anything. Your work doesn’t even begin to describe you, let alone measuring your worth
You are the bus. You are the street.
You are your own goddamn home.
I’m scared at how fragile your Presence makes me, ready to Turn into trembling hands and Racing heart, when You are close I’m scared at how soft i become With you around, chest heaving In tandem with your breathing, a…
The most heartbreaking thing I saw today wasn’t a painting done by a woman from Greece who was studying art in France and painted every morning, and what she painted was what she saw from her bedroom window of the…
As you read this, your body is constantly evolving still. Your skin is shedding and forming and shedding again, all with your blood tightly wrapped and flowing underneath.
When you’re a person who sees ghosts, build your own safe place.