my we heart it stuff
You’re not good for me, but baby I want you. |
Untitled (I told my therapist about you).
I want to write so bad… I have so much to say_ I want you to read all of the things I want to write_ about you about me about the whole world_ too bad there’s no more ink in my black pen_ I could write about everything you said_ the songs you’ve sang_ the poetic works you’ve inspired_ but I can’t because I’ve ran out of black ink in my pen… So I’ll just in scribe it in my minded, then I won’t forget it
wow i wrote this sometime last year, i was so inspired
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you, you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?
Warsan Shire (via whatsefuck)
i think i met all the
wrong men before
you and i think they
ruined me but i
think you’re really
handsome the way
a map is handsome,
with skin wide open
soaked in the whole
world’s ink. i
think i’m done pulling
paint off the walls i
think i want to read
you the names of
every city that ever
burned down, i think
we’d like it there.
“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”
― Warsan Shire