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caprette:

Inspired by the photo

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Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, “Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

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johnwaters:

sometimes being a person is very overwhelming

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I know you
have never been one person
since you stopped being
a little girl.

I know you
want to let go of yourself
and be her again
but that it’s hard.

I know you
want me to help you find her,
want me to take you
to where she lives.

I know you
have been waiting all day long
to step through this door
into my hands.

I know you
as well as I know myself,
little one. I know
where you keep her.

I know you
hide that little girl away
even from yourself,
but just like you,
just like you, she is mine.
Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

this brought tears to my eyes. so so beautiful.

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I want to be completely surrounded by the heaviness of your breath when after we’re done my body is covered in signs that you were there.
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defiantsubmissive:

All of this.

arumst:

The Arendelle sisters surely know who they are going to be for Halloween (⊙v⊙) based on Wicked - Broadway poster.

arumst:

The Arendelle sisters surely know who they are going to be for Halloween (⊙v⊙) based on Wicked - Broadway poster.