Susie, 17. I make bad jokes and baked goods.

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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

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invariably disappointed

Not sure why it took me 17 years to realize it, but eating breakfast outside is one of my favorite things. Such a shame that I have to go so soon. This week continues to surprise me.

Not sure why it took me 17 years to realize it, but eating breakfast outside is one of my favorite things. Such a shame that I have to go so soon. This week continues to surprise me.

justasmalltownwhore:

Everyone in my life deserves this

justasmalltownwhore:

Everyone in my life deserves this

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Well, now that I’m sober (lol), I guess it’s time to address this weekend. Prom was a lot better than I expected it to be, but that’s mostly because I had 0 expectations for it. Everyone looked so beautiful and it was just an overall pleasant, fun night. Despite the rain, prom weekend was really fun too. I don’t know, I guess I’m finally starting to appreciate everyone now. It seems almost too little too late, but it will have to do. I spent four years counting down until graduation, but now that the end is in sight I don’t want it to come just yet. However, I don’t have a choice. I only have two more days left of classes and I leave for camp next Sunday. All I can do now is make the best of what little time I have left here. High school has been mostly subpar, but I’m thrilled to see it end on a high note.

And on the last day, the bad days became so difficult to recall…The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me. The whitewashed cinder-block walls. My white walls…We’d been captive in them for so long, stuck in their belly like Jonah.” -John Green

what now?

it’s funny how the same people who used to tear you down can just as easily build you back up

declaringwar:

Twelve

declaringwar:

Twelve

"I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word."

Travis Grandt

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