2 days ago13,163 notes -
I want things to hurt —
cigarette smoke to burn my lungs,
glass shards to cut my skin,
pavement to rasp against my knees.

I do not want beautiful;
I want a goddamn tragedy.

Meggie C. Royer, from “Tragedies" (via violentwavesofemotion)

2 days ago55,409 notes -
Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

from my book, which can be purchased here:

(via alonesomes)

3 days ago6,045 notes -
She survived whatever happened;
she forgave; she became.

— W.H. Auden, “The Model” (via wordsnquotes)

3 days ago2,514 notes -