There is always that annoying family of 12 that walk into the theater at the last second
i feel bad for 5’11 boys like u were so close. u almost made it.
“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via begrava)
When I was thirteen
I laid a blanket on the dewy grass of my front yard
I sat down
And I cried.
I cried because I thought I was nothing.
Because life consisted of mostly misery.
My arms were covered in scratches
My body was begging for food
They told me I was nothing more than a girl.
Nothing more than damaged goods.
I believed them.
Now I am seventeen.
I laid a different blanket down on the same dewy grass in my front yard
And I smiled.
It has been
since a razor blade touched my skin.
My body is full of chocolate
because my best friend took me out to dinner tonight.
I graduated high school early.
My second year of college starts in 26 days.
I start my new job on Monday.
(I’ve always wanted to be a barista.)
My internship is going well.
I know now that I am not damaged goods.
A lot can change in four years.
'Four Years' by Kaitlyn Mercy (light-through-the-night)