My mother sent this. #princess #writer #spilledink #writing
I think I found my future spouse
How I feel about the X-Men movie franchise.
well you’re not wrong
Most accurate thing I’ve seen all day!
I wish at school they would talk about depression, anxiety, eating disorders, and self harm. Not just bullying. Because sometime it’s not people that make us feel like shit, it’s ourselves.
She was always collecting feathers from
strangers’ back yards, obsessively building wings,
gathering any and all from slimy gutters or
fallen, broken nests; torn from fraying wind dances.
Like a rare blue treasure, nested
in spring bed soil; or
a tint of tan on a mostly brown bauble,
lost in dried mud puddles; or
white as rainfall against the
dying leaves of October; or
flashes of gray, revealed
in a brief winter thaw.
All mismatched keys
to her closed closets,
littering the stacks of newsprint,
crumpled magazines, and
forgotten, unpaid bills, like
weathered, makeshift bookmarks
that have been petrified in the years-
old candle wax stains on her
great grandmother’s bedside table,
forever mingling with those left
earrings and half-empty matchbooks,
next to the undusted photographs
of memories already mourned.
this is the best thing on tumblr
Everyone needs to see this