rendzina:

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

(via wordlier)

in these hallways, i always see in grey. 

am I invisible now? I became the dust as it settled.

Here then now there where one lost everywhere

I really need to learn to manage my anxiety. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t stand this perpetual feeling in my stomach.
Maybe I’m just hungry, but when I go to eat I can’t chew
and swallow.
I’ve started to shake
lately.
What do I do? How do I get better?

I havent even been to my night class yet this year, and I don’t want to go.
I just want to hide and be high and be held.

Sink your talons in, rip off my summer skin, to shed prematurely. Take my flesh and fly Away. I’ll need a coat from here on out.

feline bee elle you eee 

i was navigating through a few sloth moving people while i was walking home last night and as i exited the maze, i raised my head and saw, walking towards me, someone who used to mean everything. 
i looked at him and started to smile, but before lifting the corners of my lips entirely, i let them slip back to neutral. he looked at me. he saw me trying to smile, but instead of reciprocation he just looked away. 

it’s not like we’re fresh wounds. 
we’ve healed. (it’s been long enough, so have you too, i presume) 

it made me feel like i was nothing. (am i nothing?)

and it’s not like his lack of recognition towards me last night actually left me with anything less than i had before. i don’t need his smiles to carry my own, but it still kind of stung. 

you were something to me, and will always be. 
it’s like, at one point i knew every square inch of you,
i let you unfold my design, reconstruct, and look inside.
and now you can’t even say hi. 

designbinge:

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