o, yüce kral.
the thing you are most
afraid to write.
Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And someone trying to hide a love.
You drink like you have to forget something.
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
is anyONE ELSE JUST SO EXCITED FOR PUMPKINS AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND HaLLOwEEEEN AND SPOOKY MOVIES AND FAIRS AND KNEE SOCKS AND PUMPKIN LATTES AND BIG BLANKETS AND COZY CUDDLY SWEATERS AND PRETTY LEAVES AND i just started crYING
Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.
God saves those who suffer by using their suffering. He uses their troubles to speak in a way that makes them listen.
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
this post is everything omg
I seriously tried to scroll past this. I failed.