Drinking your coffee bitter and black will not separate you from the others around you. Some people don’t want the world to hit them so early in the morning.
Life is slow and it is beautiful, it is okay to wake up early and look around. The sun won’t bite your cheeks, your transparency will not fade into the sky.
You preach about changing your name to something wonderful; Arabella spills off your lips and into a fountain of dreams but you forget that you can make a Marilyn out of your own Norma Jeane.
Sucking love like a mosquito won’t fill the hole in your heart as much as the liquor does but at some point you need to stop drinking. He isn’t coming back, he isn’t worth the hospital bills.
Darling, You don’t have to love your mother even though she demands that you do and just because your father left; you should not spend your life trying to find someone like him in every kiss you share with a stranger.
Grow to be strong and learn to breathe in with your head underwater. Taste the air on the tip of your tongue. Close your eyes. Home is only a little down the road and the door is always wide open."
A poem for the girl I’ve always wanted to be but never learned how to (via snowlilies)