Got A New Jar For My Seashells! Might Get The Top Of It Painted But I Dont Know What To Put On It. What

Got a new jar for my seashells! Might get the top of it painted but I dont know what to put on it. What do you guys recommend?

It's not worth going if you're not there.

As soon as I get ahold of you, I'll cry and I'll beg you to never let go of me again.

Wake Up

He trenched the hill His throat sandpaper Nowhere to be seen Metal down into the hole It hit the bottom

Heat Right over his head, It rained down into the well

So damned hot

The source Devoid of life Just another tumble weed

Whatever is out there Out of the well Screaming out across the dusty rocks Running toward the ledge

Release Be done Don’t fuck this up

You still alive? Wake up. (Thank you to Yuki Sylmaer to writing an amazing work and allowing me to make a blackout poem out of it!)

Talk To Me

“how was your day?”

“talk to me”

“don't get involved”

This is the first time I've ever said anything

“Nothing” “does anything good” “in this situation” “so” “dont” “get” “involved”

It's too late

I say one thing

“why do you want more problems in your life?”

It's my problem when he- It's my problem when he's- It's my problem because I-

“So what do you do when you become a problem?”

I'm already leaving I'm already on my way out

“you just want to make it worse?”

It's not about making it worse

It's about being near him

“i have one question”

“When did you join the drama program?”

you told me to talk about it

“I was belittling you.”

My grandmother used to say I was growing like a weed. Maybe I'm just that; a weed, undesirable, growing in a garden full of pretty things.