Don’t look for love.
Be love.
i am sad because i want to look like a heroin chick from the movies even if i don’t shoot drugs into my veins
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
loud silence heart still thumping like a rhythm dancing - barefoot on the shards of glass that contained liquid
i think Bukowski marketed his angst cuz he had nothing to do with his anger except drink whiskey and fuck women then write about it.
i was a girl who belonged nowhere to nobody - destiny’s child drinking wine straight out of the bottle on the shores of
the choice is guilt that eats me up inside or emptiness that aches like a bottomless pit. i will go to sleep
i thought my greatest fears were founded when you left me when you said you never would and the hand you gave me
it’s the end of a year. i should write something inspirational about the places i went the stars i wished upon - maybe the times i laughed.
https://shopping-feedback.today/interview/ten-questions-with-rick-henry-christopher-9p2pu05jv written for the challenge linked above ⬆️
By Sara 2 years ago in Interview
she thinks she was born without a heart or she might have given it away to the broken men she’s bedded or the women she held
i want the kind of love that keeps you up in the night - not the one that puts you to sleep so you can dream. i want the kind
things i forgot: 1. beauty is visceral, cannot be forged in eyeliner. 2. vanity is vain. 3. starving will not bring me beauty. or happiness.
i hate being hungry when my insides eat themselves and the girl in the mirror has black circles under her eyes.
