"Tonight, Poets, let's turn our wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can't get a good angle on all that beauty inside...Repeat after me with your hearts: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did."

i received a letter (& an envelope of glitter) from my friend autumn who has been like my older sister/mentor for the past three or four years. it is a congratulations on graduating letter but i felt much of it could be applied to people of all ages. i decided to share it:

"...I know it doesn't seem possible but someday you will look back on all of high school and laugh. I know that lots of people will be giving you advice but I thought I would give you some of my own just because...I mean isn't that was sisters do?

Enjoy the good moments, they will keep your heart full through the dark nights. Don't give a shit what other people think about you. You're beautiful, creative, and passionate. Some people won't be able to handle that...it's their loss. Don't be afraid...you will always regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do. Just don't regret anything. Make mistakes! Know in the deepest part of your soul that you are loved more than you will ever know. Visit that place in your soul often. If you do something illegal...don't get caught. If you do get caught, don't fight the police. Breathe...dance...sing...laugh always. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Repeat. Make the first move, at least sometimes, otherwise life might pass you by. Take lots of pictures, someday you will need to remember how cute and young you were. Believe in yourself. And finally, don't forget my number. I love you. Congrats."


I think everybody can take at least two or three things out of that and use it for themselves. <3

Well I know the words, but I can't really speak them--
to you.

And I hide all the pain that I've gained with my wisdom--
from you.

And I'm eaten alive by what I hold inside;
all the things that I live with I can't easily hide.
And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for--
but you.

It's not easy to hide,
all this damage inside.
I'll carry you with me,
until I'm not alive.

When you look at my face, does it seem just as ugly?
To you?

I can't seem to erase all the scars I have lived with--
from you.

I'm so sick of this place, this taste in my mouth,
'cause of you I can't figure what I'm all about.
And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for--
but you.

It's not easy to hide,
all this damage inside.
I'll carry you with me,
until I'm not alive.