And a mistake repeated more than once is a decision.
There comes a point where you just go, ‘Ultimately, I don’t really give a fuck any more.
how to kiss a boy
- grab his waist
- slip your hand in his pocket
- steal his wallet
- dont even kiss him
- just run
The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
- Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)