1. "I love you,
    But I love me more,
    Or at least I know I should,
    And I owe it to myself
    To try to."
    — m.v., I am all I have. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
  2. s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:

    mistaught (I don’t know if that’s a real word but I’m going with it) // 365 Poetry Project #106


  3. "

    A poem in which I don’t compare
    you to anything.
    In which you are not an
    elevator that I got stuck on,
    or a train that never left,
    but no more than a person.
    No less than a person.

    Today, you are not a mistake
    or a rip in my tights or a lesson.
    Today, I take myself home and undo,
    undress, unlearn.
    I take myself home and
    write a poem about my skin
    for the third time in a row and
    then wash myself in it until
    I’m clean and new.

    A poem for the first full month
    that didn’t hear the ache
    of your name,
    and for every month after.
    A poem in which I am singular.
    A poem in which I am more than
    the people who never wanted me,
    and I know this.

    — Caitlyn Siehl, Singular (via alonesomes)
  4. watchmeburn101:

    I was a fool. I was to blinded by emotions to see what I was falling a for. Her true face was something I could never imagine. Now my eyes are wide open and to that I say “Fuck You”.

  9. (Source: liddobeach)

  10. lorrrrrri:

    Game over. pe We Heart It.

  11. (Source: snowofgold)


  13. "Procrastination is opportunity’s assassin."
    — Victor Kiam (via motiveweight)

  14. "it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you"
    — poems from my uncles grave (via stolenwine)

    (Source: howl-in-rockland, via i-heart-eggs)

  15. (Source: coppelano, via i-heart-eggs)