american born angel ౨ৎ
Having to live a future you didn’t think you’d be alive for is so fucking hard
I hope one day I can publish my poetry. I just wish the art industry weren't so reliant on social media. I don't want to have to be an influencer in order to get my work out there. I just want to create, and share those creations
"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.
genuinely happy for people who can say their trauma doesn't define them but me personally that shit shaped me fundamentally and dictates every choice i make every single day. lol
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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