there is a kingdom in me, 

and sometimes it is burning. 

sometimes, I let it.

I promise to never hide this from you.

That is my vow.

I promise to be an open mouth.

I promise to stay fractured. 

I promise to be imperfect. 

I promise to be the bravest broken window you've ever seen.

I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you 

hi Ashley 

you came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. 

then you kissed me -- I felt the hot wax on my forehead.

I wanted it to leave a mark

that's how I knew I loved you 

"i know that you will love me on the days I am happy and laughing, you will love me on the days when I can function like a normal person. the days where I laugh a little too much and smile like crazy. you will love me on the days where I kiss you all over and I can't seem to get enough of  your presence.

but will you love me on the days where I can't seem to get up out of bed, or the days where I am at loss for words because I can't feel anything. will you love me on the days where it takes me hours to get in the bath and then take another hour to wash my hair and body just because I don't feel up to it 

will you love me on the days where I get upset easily and annoyed, will you love me on the days where I can't function because those are the days I will need you the most, I will need you to hold me and kiss me and tell me I'll feel better soon"

"he was mine but it didn't feel like it" 

"Have enough courage to trust love one more time. And always one more time." - Maya Angelou 

slow, slow 

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

"if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was hurricane" 

vry slpy

what do you fucking do when you dont fucking know why you're so fucking sad all the fucking time

"no

do not
mistake
this myth
for love—

that
is a different
kind
of burning"

-- Sandra Cisneros, excerpt from "Valparaiso" 

the wounds I've inflicted say more about me than the ones I've received 

It does not matter how many lives I've touched if bruises were all I ever left behind

no feeling is final 

"Don't surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn't true anymore."

my name is Jasmine and I have a foul mouth. i spout nothing but abuse

I wish I could be a better daughter

I wish I could undo all the wrong, the pain

I wish I had something to show for all the time and money you spent

but that's all I do -- wish 

I wish and I wish and I wish