Rain

Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.

— Haiku on Perspective (via dolljpg)

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ERICA GOLDSON: Graduation speech

Erica Goldson must have had some serious balls to give this speech

This is beautiful.

this is so wonderful 

This hit hard. Our education system is desperately in need of fixing.

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lustrium:

sometimes crying yourself to sleep is necessary

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but drinking cough syrup
when you didn’t have a cough
is ironic.
because in reality you’re
sicker than you thought.

but drinking cough syrup

when you didn’t have a cough

is ironic.

because in reality you’re

sicker than you thought.

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“One of the hardest things about being a poet
is picking up guys, see
you can’t just walk up to someone and say
“hi. I really like something about your ears and I was wondering
what do you think god is made of?”
You can’t just go home with someone and say
“I know you’re trying to get laid, but
I was wondering,
how do you feel about looking at your window
and making up stories for the people who walk by
or laying in your bed and telling me about your childhood,
I know it’s small but I don’t mind you being close to me
I’m not crazy,
yes, I know we just met.”
One of the hardest things about being a poet
is I’ve wrote a million poems about yes.
I have thousands of poems about how I want you
to grab me and kiss me and tell me I’m yours, but
I’ve never written a poem for no.
They tell me I have a way with words, but the truth is,
I’m just reciting the lines and there isn’t a clever metaphor or rhyme
for please get your tongue out of my throat.
I shouldn’t have gone home with you.
There is no play on words
for when you ask me if I want to take this to your room
my voice box becomes as useful as air to a fish
so I nod.
My poems tell me to nod, my outfit tells me to nod, I came home with you,
so I must want to go to your room, right?
The feminist in me is screaming,
my face is screaming,
you ask me if I’m ok
you really are a nice guy
and I just keep nodding
everything is alright.
When you finish,
you kiss me.
Then you look at my eyes for the first time all night
wipe away my tears
ask me if I was crying.
I laugh. Of course not.
The truth is my tongue knows how to give you
exactly what you want but
it doesn’t know how to form the words
“you have the same smile as my ex boyfriend
and fucking you makes me cry.”
I am a poet.
I have millions of words racing through my mind
at 160 mph every second
so I think “no” might have gotten stuck in traffic
somewhere between my mind in my mouth
I thought you would see it in my eyes.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to make you into my monster.
When you kissed me goodbye
I think you could finally taste it on my lips.”

"The First Poem for ‘No’" by Lizzy

I decided now was as good a time as any to start posting more of my poetry so, yeah. Whatever.

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hi wait i relate to this lots so thank you human for writing something that i’ve been trying to write for forever

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“In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.”

Edgar Allan Poe

Everything you love is here

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The American collegiate system in one gif set

it hurts

the saddest part is that this isn’t even really a joke

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