❝nothing makes me higher than your laughter❞ #88 in poetry { 9.18.16 } #13 in poetry { 9.24.16 }

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy

«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»

i'm the captain of this sinking boat.

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

#18 in poetry (04/04/2016) 'I keep telling myself; you're okay you'll get through this things get better when i know deep down im broken. ' a collection of poems and quotes I write when I'm well, depressed.