I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore, it only destroys me in the end
I want my secrets back.
I want my heart back.
I want all the words I
ever wasted on you
You don’t deserve them.
my thoughts are so messy,
scattered across my corpus callosum; like the scattered galaxies in our night sky.
i often believe i have galaxies hidden within me.
scattered bits and pieces of them underneath my fingertips and lingering in my eyes.
i can hear the universe, sending their life full breaths through my body.
that radiates within me all in bits and pieces, hard to contain.
they are scattered across my corpus callosum.
i am scattered in our night sky.
- Taylor Racevicius; an excerpt from “My Pathetic Explanations”
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
"Well, then why should we do anything more than once? Should I just smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once, if it’s the same thing. Should we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day? It’s new every time, each time is a different experience."