May 2013
I think that when life gives you lemons you should crush them between your fucking palms and feel that waxed skin slide through your fingers as you squeeze that little acidic bitch like a medicine ball, just to show your strength and power as a human being.
Or you could just make lemonade. Either works.
April 2013
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my...”
– Tennyson (via gothics)
Recurrent Isolated Sleep Paralysis
I climb into a pile of blankets pillows and sheets. I check my phone one last time and shut off my light. After laying there for what seems like hours, pondering the day and the tomorrow, I close my eyes and prepare to sleep. My brain and my body begin to relax, and I feel each part of my being shut down limb by limb. I feel my brain flicker in and out of reality as it realizes that it’s...
