tell you this: I'm standing in the frigid cold waters, wrists
bleeding, head pounding, depression curling itself around me in
chains I can't let loose, and all I can think about anymore is just
slipping under and letting myself drown."
that’s why we have boats, darling.
because no matter how v a s t and
beautiful the ocean is,
it is not
i decided it's time to start putting up my poetry. on here and other forms of media. if you haven't allowed me to tell you your story yet, you can do that now. this is apart of a book i'm writing, where you can submit secrets on anonymous (or not) and i'll write poetry for them. inspired by inkskinned. to the anon who sent me this,
remember that anchors are meant to weight you down.
dark amber brown eyes, brown hair, dreams with emerald green eyes, sees life in the color vintage, cupcake enthusiast, lover of British accents, left-handed, traditional coca-cola bottle lover, lavender vanilla bubble baths, sea shell collector, avid believer in Narnia, Wonderland and Middle Earth, dictionary reader, quill and ink writer, supporter of chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream, profound quote creator, despiser of capital letters, your personal imagination station, inspired by rainy days, photographer, bubble blower.
Feast your eyes, ladies. I think after nearly seven years it isn't just a girlish crush anymore, is it? I hate the fact that the guys in the movies are always better. It's kind of just a dream that we may get someone like Peter Pevensie in real life. And if I don't, God will just have to make me a twin ;)