redvinesandbroadway:

my sister is really into science research and her best friend asked her to prom with a science fair board 


michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

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When did you find out that you weren’t the storm anymore?
When did you find out that you were the sea it captured?
I know I know I know.
You only miss him when it’s quiet,
and sometimes when it’s loud,
but aren’t you bored?
Aren’t you tired of listening to your body ache?
Get up and fall in love and scream too softly and whisper too loudly.
What do any of the monsters have to say about it?
Are they going to fill this room with smoke?
You’ve slept through a fire before,
and woke up coughing and alive.
I know I know I know.
It’s not the same.
But, if he’s the worst thing that’s
ever happened to you,
then why do you insist on going back there
even on the good days?
If you’re looking for a different ending,
you’re not looking in the right places.
You asked him to love you,
and he gave you silence, didn’t he?
So maybe you can start by making your own noise.
So maybe you can start by listening to what you have to say.
He was never supposed to be your greatest resolution.
You were always your own.
If you didn’t want to hear this right now,
it means you had to.
Go throw rocks at your own window.
Wake up the girl who is still asleep inside.
Y.Z, a reminder for the girl next door (via rustyvoices)

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