You liked that I wrote poetry at first, eager for everything I ever wrote.
Every day you would encourage me to
go sit down and write,
every day you would carry a pen around with you
in case I was inspired while we were out.

Soon you began asking me questions like, “Is this the same girl you wrote about before? Did you love her more than me?”
and soon after that
you were digging through my notebooks in the middle of the night
as I laid in your bed pretending to be asleep,
crying because you never saw your name in any of them.

You said that you couldn’t love me any longer
because I never wrote about you,
but honest to god, all I write about is tragedy,

and I desperately didn’t want you to be another one.

There are over one million words
in the English language and every one that
I tried to use to turn you into poetry
were never beautiful enough
to have your name near them.

i didn’t want to ever write about you like this. || Scarlette La Vaillante (via scarlettethewriter)
"My chest is burning and i don’t understand why
It’s not like we were anything
It’s just I though we’d always be something
He was the voice inside my head saying everything was okay
and the love in my heart filling me with warmth that I thought would never go away
But he was; the pain in my chest that was always there.
I’m drowning and he is pouring more water."
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."
I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

This is sad because it’s literal personally fuck

(via fromrussiawithnothing)
First day new school rant
"‘Men get raped and molested,’ should be a whole sentence. If you have to tack on the word ‘too,’ then you’re using the experience of male victims to silence females instead of giving them their own space."

(via goldenphoenixgirl)

Not sure if I’ve reblogged this before but it always bears repeating.

(via thebicker)