Imy, 15 from the UK
I post things that could be considered triggering
“If you cut me open you won’t find constellations swirling under my skin.
You won’t find a galaxy resting on my tongue
Or fires waiting to ignite beneath my fingertips.
Instead of supernovas or forest fires
what you’ll find even before you break skin
will be the smell of axe and a flower garden.
You’ll find traces of the scents lingering on my hands and on my neck.
It’ll be smell of the girl who loves everyone and everything with a fierce passion, but doesn’t love herself at all.
Then the skin will break and the blood that I have spilt on the dark days full of gloom and despair and sunlight will flow freely from the body who knows a blade far too well.
The blood will flow and spell out my secrets on your white bed sheets before pooling.
Trust me when I tell you it’ll take months to wash out that crimson red.
You’ll see muscles in my arms and legs are worn out.
And that’ll be because they work tirelessly every single day to try and please everyone around me, but somehow wearing myself down, never seems to be good enough.
You’ll see how the ones in my fingers are worn out
And It’ll be from the poems that I stay up until 4am to write.
Because the depression that slowly eats away at my insides,
Will not let me sleep.
Then behind what looks like a cage
you will find the strongest muscle.
the one that will decide if it wants you to live or die.
A muscles whose only job is to keep your body functioning.
The muscle will be torn and worn.
it will be bruised and battered.
from all the wars it has waged
and all the trauma it has endured.
But even after all the muscle has been through;
Heartbreak, harsh words, and a bottle of pills,
That despite my best efforts to get it to stop
Somehow it still continues to beat.
And when you carve out the muscle and tissue eventually you’ll hit bones.
And on them you will see all the words ever thrown and spit at me, are carved into all of them.
You will be left wondering exactly how it is possible to bruise such a hard object.
So you won’t find a world on fire hidden behind my rib cage
You won’t see collapsed buildings or burnt out stars
And especially not and ocean of despair.
Because I’m not a vast emptiness of your so called beauty!
I am blood and muscle!
I am pain and scars!
I am a collective of all the battles I have fought and
All the wars I have yet to win.
I am not a girl your poetry can consume and construct
I am a girl born of blood and shit
I have survived things you can’t even begin to imagine!
But I am not a summers day, and I am not the moon or the stars
I am a person whose heart beats for the sole intention of keeping this body alive. and not to be the headline of your next poem.
I am a person made up of bone and tissue and scars and memories.
But one thing I am not,
is a metaphor.”
I shouldn’t even care about you
THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART IN ALL NINE EPISODES
and martin is cracking up in the back ground
i love how sherlock just takes the entire door off
reblog and see what your followers say
I’VE LITERALLY HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE
I was just reblogging for the above post I didn’t think I’d get any
I won’t get any but I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing
PLEASE, DO IT
last time was fun
Doubt I’ll get any tbh 😂
doubt I’ll get any
i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking
"but men get raped too-"
AND LOOK HOW YOU HANDLED THAT
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
This is why we need feminism.
HOW TO PLAY SOCCER IN GYM CLASS:
1. Get the ball
2. Pass it to someone who actually knows how to play
i wanna be so close to someone that we can talk all night and never get tired
there needs to be a month between august and september
son i have news for you
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.