You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
without apology,
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
ever again.
Y.Z, we’re all still learning (via rustyvoices)


How to look intimidating and evil: a guide.

It’s 4 am,
My phone is vibrating,
Unfamiliar number,
Familiar time.
Your voice cracks when you answer me on the third “hello?”
You repeat it back slowly..
“Hell- o”
I know right away that it’s you and I can’t respond.
I pull the phone away from my ear looking for the end call button,
Thinking- “it’s too late for this shit”
Even with the phone pulled away I hear you begin to beg me not to hang up.
I stare at the phone screen for a moment watching the phone call time wind up. Pulling it back to my ear, rebuking myself internally for doing so. “What is it that you want right now?” I asked with every bit of bitterness I could muster up. You sat silent for a moment, unprepared because we hadn’t spoken in months. Or maybe it was overwhelming, there must have been a million things you wanted to tell me. But you probably know me better than anyone else, and you know I hate small talk. “I miss you” you start, and that is my cue to end the call. “No no no, wait!” you say hurriedly knowing exactly what I was doing. I pull the phone back up and say nothing. You continue “I know it’s late, but I couldn’t sleep.. I found your purple tie head and it smells like that cocoa butter conditioner you use.. I just wanted to hear your voice… It’s been almost 6 months” I glance over at the conditioner sitting on my wooden desk. I automatically taste loss in my mouth. I remember you drying my hair with a towel after I washed it. Those times are gone now, I respond as coldly as I can still heavy mouthed from the unwanted nostalgia “So?” You exhale deeply, I know I’m hurting you. Your voice cracks “I-I guess you’re right, I don’t even know why I called or what I thought might happen..” My stomach filled my throat, It’s been over a year since the last time I cried… But I was starting to get hot.. I didn’t speak because I knew you would know I was on the verge. You took my silence as an opportunity to continue, “You didn’t even want it to work did you? Like you didn’t even try.. I would have shed blood if I thought it would save what we had..” Your tone was urgent now, searching. I sat quiet my mouth was tasting so many things none of which I could identify. I hear the anger filling you as your tone was lifted ” And you have nothing to say, do you ever have anything to say! I’ve been in this alone from the beginning, loving you and not being loved back. It was okay at first not being loved, you had a way of making me feel like I was the only one, but eventually one sided love is exhausting. You had me constantly wondering what was wrong with me, but now I know its you.. You’re fucked up, you’re damaged goods, you need help!” You started crying, I could hear the angry tremble break into a river of tears. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair that I love you so much and you have no idea how to love me back!” Talking became too difficult for you between weeping an catching your breath. You stopped talking, I could hear your soft whimpers and heavy breath. Then, the line went dead. I sat there for half an hour with the phone still at my ear, Begging the universe t help me forget your name.
Key Ballah, Dead lines, and broken hearts.  (via keywrites)
  • me: i think i have a cold, does this mean i'm dying?
  • web md: yes
  • me: i knew it
Anonymous asked: straight men have no purpose in this world


That’s a lil much.. they could be used as tables and chairs



Teenager from India invents device that can convert breath to speech

A high school student from India has invented a device that can convert a person’s breath into speech, to give millions of people around the world suffering from speech impediment a ‘voice’ for the first time.

Sixteen-year-old Arsh Shah Dilbagi has developed a new technology called ‘TALK’, which is a cheap and portable device to help people who are physically incapable of speaking express themselves. Right now, 1.4 percent of the world’s population has very limited or no speech, due to conditions such as Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), locked-in syndrome (LIS), Encephalopathy (SEM), Parkinson’s disease, and paralysis.

His name is Arsh Shah Dilbagi and he’s 16 years old. Gettin tired of sensationalized “mystery baby from a country where people are brown does a science thing!” articles. Use peoples names, don’t act so surprised when people of color are geniuses.

(Source: jessehimself)


@ my potential life partners: do you have mango juice in your fridge and gulab jamun in your heart