I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when Iʼm not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things Iʼve done behind their back.
I have a hamper thatʼs overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
and a graveyard in my closet.
Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.
Rudy Francisco, My Honest Poem (via angryasianfeminist)
She was addicted to literature like some people were addicted to heroin.
― Allie Burke, Emerald Destiny (via observando)