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There’s a girl who
follows me around,
she lives in reflections
made of glass.
I catch myself staring at her and
her eyes flicker with recognition
as if she knew me once before
but not now.
When she speaks
she says
my dear,
doesn’t it get lonely?

A.Y // girl in the mirror, how did you know? (via 2wentysixletters)

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My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain.
She says it’s why I let people like you
wander into the unguarded forest that
pulses in my rib cage
knowing that you will leave me with
nothing but the echoes of trees falling.
I’m not in it for love,
I’m in it for the thrill of falling,
for that moment just before
I hit rock bottom.

My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain.
She says I should stop eating words that
taste bad just because I’m hungry
but that doesn’t mean that
I should stop eating. Or
that I should fuck every guy that
feeds me words that tastes like gold.

My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain.
It’s why I have train tracks
running along my skin.
She says I enjoy pain because it reminds
me that I am alive.
She says you hurt yourself because you want to live,
not because you want to die
.

A.Y // the unspoken truth about why i let you break me (via 2wentysixletters)

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