This is who I am today:
kitchen-scissor haircut,
pale, tired, anxious,
wearing the lipstick
that you so loved to smudge,
totally trapped,
picking at scabs,
naming the moths,
pouring tequila,
waiting for a phone call
that may never come.
Who are you today?
Who are you going to be tomorrow?
Be nice, whoever you are.
I’m nice to everyone
except myself.
If I looked like you I’d take photos of myself hourly. This is beautiful. You are beautiful. But even if you weren’t, you would be, because your mind is.
And that ^ was a beautiful comment.
She’s more than deserving and then some ;) I may be biased but heck I’m right
I completely agree
Couldn’t agree more with you. <3