"It's not about using big words to impress anyone. It's not about posing your best in front of the camera. It's all about you."
As soon as the lights go out, the moments we have in the darkness are the moments that are real. As soon as no one is watching, let it all out, breathe in....breathe out. These moments are who you are. These moments are who you'll become.
So in words of my idol (and the only woman I'd go lesbian for), KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH AND YOUR MIDDLE FINGER HIGHER..
Do you and everything will fall into place.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It’s just that I coulda swore
you had sung me a love song back there
and that you meant it
but I guess some people just chew with their mouth open
Buddy Wakefield (via clementinevonradics)
This is the last poem that will
ever fashion it’s backbone from
the hollow echo of your name.
What is gone is dead. Ok.
I can’t keep aching for you.
Last week I was in Montana.
The night sky is so big there it
swallows you. There was a time
I would have looked up at the stars
and thanked you for hanging them.
Enough. Enough of that now.
All day long I’ve been thinking
I’m safer alone.
Montana, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
Clementine von Radics
Let it heal you. Tell your mother.
Let it heal you. Name yourself in a classroom.
Let it heal you. Lie beside a man whose hands
you trust. Let him wrap his arms around you
and say “Baby, you’re not broken.”
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
Let it heal you. Try. To be honest. Open.
Even if some days that means saying,
“I still feel broken. I’m too beat down to even get
out of bed. But I have faith, yes, tomorrow
I will stand.”
I’ll relearn justice. I’ll love without fear.
I will be braver than some monster who
crawled out from under my bed. I swear,
I will not give him the satisfaction
of being the thing that breaks me.
‘Broken’ - Clementine von Radics. (via t-button)
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edge
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via adderalldust)
