Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson
How would you like me to tell you?
How would you like me to explain
when I try to describe to you how
much I want you? Do I say it with
words, or with long sighs out of my
tired lungs? Do I whisper it or
scream it across the space that should
not be separating us any longer?
Do I kneel down and with hands clasped
together phrase it as a question that
begins with ‘will’ and ends softly
with ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’
choked out in between the two halves.
Do I type it or carve it into
my skin so the blood can show you and
the scar forever remind you? Do I
beg or do I swallow it all and hope
that you know the way to see into my
chest, the letters white like bones
in the x-ray of how I am feeling?
Do I sink or do I swim? Which would
show you more, if sinking demands
bravery and swimming requires folly?
Tell me how to tell you and the
telling will be told.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
"We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are."
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
(Source: taylorcthomas)
WHAT IS THIS SUMMER AND WHY MUST THESE THINGS HAPPEN
:’(
I MISS ANDREW. I HAVE HAD IT. TWO WEEKS, TOO MUCH.
Yeah, I’m pathetic. I miss my best bud.
My life is a never ending series of ‘oh crap’ moments.
Dear body,
Why can you not wear what I buy online because of your awkwardness. Sincerly, a girl who doesn’t want men to be staring at that….
(via winchesterwolf)
- me all the time: what am i even doing
(via jennnacakes)
(Source: beachguurl, via lazysundayfeeling)
