What do you say to the broken boy
With glass for hands and his fathers black heart
When the pain of being himself is becoming overwhelming
Just a little too hard

How do you fix all the jagged puzzle pieces of his skin
When he has been stretched too far and too thin

How do you hold the tears he was too strong to cry
How do you teach him to smile when he never practiced as a child

Where do you go to show him the beauty of where to place his hands
On your body
In hopes of curing his wounds with the curves of your body and curbing his diseases and stopping the bleeding
That he’s been drowning in since before you ever had the chance to get to him

I know I’m asking a lot of questions
But my angry heart refuses to watch idle as WWIII rages in battle
And uses an innocent boy for target practice and mass destruction

So tell him the truth

Tell him that his birth is what shook the earth into motion
That the glass on his hands can withstand heat and pressure and though the burdens on his palms are heavy
They could never be weak to shatter
Tell him how his fingernails are crystals and if he wanted, he could magnify his world and memorize everything he sees through the backs of his hands

Show him
Show him how the blackness that surrounds his heart is no thanks to any amount of genetics
Reach into his chest and shine a mirror so he can see the reflection was too beautiful and too moving, that his shadow fell in love with his heart
And chose to follow, wrapped around it
Unable to bear the space and unable to spend another moment traveling a ribcage apart

Tell him how he was meant to lead the revolution of the voiceless
Of our culture and the souls who cry out unable to fathom the words that he can turn into poetry, love him
Love him like the man he has become, guided by soul and not the lost boy he was spinning out of control

The lost boy (very rough, very unfinished draft)(via blacquebird)


*gets text and looks at it*

nah u can wait

At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one. Peyton Sawyer (One Tree Hill)




when people get angry at you for liking snakes



"I am my own blankie."

you learn to love those who show you love. attention. but you fall in love with someone who has seen your soul entirely bare before them.
(via kushandwizdom)

More good vibes here

(via words-of-emotion)



when you and a friend join a fandom together


This is 100% accurate