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Some days the air will be more salt than freshness;
some days your bones will be more pockmarked than pomegranates.
But no matter how full the universe is of dark energy,
it still manages to make the night sky look beautiful.
And no matter how full of scars your lungs are,
the tissue still produces that wonderful voice.
There’s a reason whirlpools flow differently
on either side of the Equator: because opposites
are the only silver linings that can ever turn into gold.
When each day is a suicide note,
find strength in holding the pen that allows you
to express your feelings instead of letting them fester inside
like craters buried deep in the skin of the moon.
When every morning is another reason to stay in bed,
find joy in the nights when you’re able to get out of it.
You can wail all you want and ask the Grand Canyon
how it feels to breathe, but all you’ll get is the answer
that sometimes it hurts to be so empty.
So fill yourself instead,
until all that’s left inside your head
is everything but the desire to be dead.
South Park (via icecalescence)
South Park getting deep man
You told me once that you would break my heart.
I asked you not to be such a goddamn
cliché, but then you left me because part
of you was still broken. You say some man
pried open the cracks of you, dug holes where
once there were none, so now you just cannot
love me how I deserve, and darling, therein
lies the problem: you can you can you can
you can you can you can you can you can.
Your reasons why are no good reasons why.
We said we should not fall in love and then
we showed each other our most quiet
scars: my wrists, your upper thighs, and now you say
this too easily: you say you cannot stay.