To Forget You (2020)

Writing by Adelle Woods

I need a fucking drink

i’m full of rage but in a very chill and nonchalant way

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All I want is to be a mom. That’s all I fucking want.

Rupi Kaur 

(via weheartit)

“Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices don’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)”

— Jeanann Verlee, “Good Girl,” Said the Manic to the Muse

talking to you again felt like home

but i knew the feeling wouldn’t last

so i enjoyed it

thank you