Now the truth is that
the skin has become too tight
That she has grown within stretched patches of guilt
Come to their last strings.
An upheaval has yet to happen,
A taste of turbulance against the frames
Cutting her sight in two
And the sight of her in four.

found it
Mango overdose
such a cool place
July - Geneva

Letters to July /// A (belated) Goodbye to July

ALRIGHTT now let’s take a look at those winter semester grades.

I just forgot all of my passwords of course I havent been avoiding this all summer of course not.


Asymmetrically I try to love these bones
and be a body, first.
Secondly, perhaps at the very last, or
never really. I’ll find some symmetry.
And I’ll love myself better
If there is the time,
I’ll love myself still.

Switzerland by accident

Money demands to be spent

well fuck


I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via rsvnr)

the truth is i often really feel really trapped by the fact that i have to think this much about the way i dress. what to hide, what to show. it’s exhausting and i’m already such a mess.