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theinktree:

Water:
Her feet stand on the beach
the waves lap at her toes
long nights and long walks
have calloused her soles, hardened her soul.

Earth:
Her knees are grass-stained green
from falling (from being pushed)
and getting back up again.
There are scars there, old and healed and comfortable

Air:

aplatoniclove:

i cannot lie, i wasted years
fascinated in the wrong head.
a distraction, from the
battles, i was carrying out, mentally.
that reason alone, being why
it’s taken me this long to get a
clear view. because an aid to illness
is just depended on, it’s the
inevitable part of suffering. or
i just…

let-me-write-it-out-for-you:

Love is so cliche.
It’s almost to the point
where I have to laugh
and smile at the word,
for how fake I thought
it was
once.
I could have told you
without a stutter in sight
that love was impossible
and made up,
fictional.

But when I looked into
your eyes,
I knew I was just a
hopeful girl lost
in a hopeless life.

disbedeemarr:

Admire for the arts I’m distraught of the hypocrisy holding me steadily to that over hyped drake CD while my new girl saying “simp to me” and I’m just trying to speak lovingly while I caress her so tenderly but she’s offending me with ideals of grandeur and more to disgust that I discuss the money…

mickeymichal:

The night is my friend
it roams the inner cortex
of me—

we paint little figures on
the walls and we call them
pals because we fear they
will run off into the darkness
alone and incomplete

we need to complete

we need to conceal what
is important and keep it
to ourselves—

even if it means we…