“I Feel Like Some Books Should Be Labeled ‘This Could Save Your Life’ Because In My Most Hopeless

margaret atwood / louise glück

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

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Lactose: e-excuse me...

Stomach: hey, what do we have here? Some goddamned lactose!

Small intestine: we don't like lactose here, ya know? You're gatecrashing a very private party!

Large intestine: (pushes him, making him stumble) there's two ways you can leave here... The easy way, or the hard way. What's it gonna be?

Lactose: but I...

Lactase: (deep voice) step back, everyone. (walks up and puts his arm around lactose's shoulders) he's with *me*

Large intestine: lactase?!

Small intestine: b-but you're both...

Lactase: I *said* he's with me. You got a problem with that?

Stomach: (finishes sizing him up) right. Course not. It's cool, lactose. Just don't cause any *problems*, you hear?

Lactose: I-I w-

Lactase: you don't have to answer that, babe. Just keep walking

A better girl

She’ll be sitting on the swing reading a new book waiting for you,

She’ll smile as you walk towards her, her eyes reflecting the sun’s hue,

She’ll be the warm bonfire in the snow in January,

She’ll keep your roses alive in her flower vase in February,

I promise you one day she’ll be a better girl.

She’ll have a laughter enough to bring the party back to life,

She’ll sing the songs she once wrote, and dance without any strife,

She’ll turn your ashes into burning flames of fire,

She’ll bring her words back to life, and they dance to the rhymes of the choir,

I promise you, for now she’s broken but she’ll be a better girl,

She’ll learn to love herself, she’ll slay the dragons and save herself,

She’ll climb the mountains she made herself, she’ll be the queen of her bookshelf,

She’ll dream once again, of love, like a child who is unmindful of deceit,

She’ll be playful, merry and flawed but still complete,

I promise you, even though her nights are moonless now, she’ll be a better girl.

pulling an all nighter and going to my 8am exam is going to be the stupidest idea ever. don't lead by my example guys. I am incredibly stupid sometimes.

I exist between obsidian landscapes. Beneath a burgundy blanket. Within grey and navy sweaters. Amongst white eyeliners and tears that escape those eyes every so often. In a foreign land, where the moon doesn’t quite look like it does back home; although it is the same sky. Alongside time zones and unappealing dreams. 

Humans will exist till the end of time, because time exists only as a human concept.