Bonjour. My name's Maxine, and I don't want to be here.
Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
(via dontsneezeplease)
I need someone to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay because my mind is racing and I can hardly feel my head anymore
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone
exactly
(via gloomy-weekdays)
