my face Eyes to the sun.
Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don’t.
I have grey eyes to her green,
an oval face to her heart-shaped one,
I’m shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer.
All we shared is a madhouse of curls
that I imprison in a ponytail
while she let hers rave
like madness
around her head.
I don’t sing in my sleep
or eat the petals off flowers
or run into the rain instead of out of it.
I’m the unplugged-in one,
the side-kick sister,
tucked into a corner of her shadow.
Boys followed her everywhere;
they filled the booths at the restaurant where she waitressed,
herded around her at the river.
One day, I saw a boy come up behind her
and pull a strand of her long hair
I understood this-
I felt the same way.
In photographs of us together,
she is always looking at the camera,
and I am always looking at her.

Jandy NelsonThe Sky is Everywhere (via feellng)

Thank God we can’t tell the future. We’d never get out of bed.
Tracy Letts, August: Osage County (via feellng)
We wanted to be the sky.

I’ve never been one to ignore my problems. I used to force my entire world onto people who didn’t have the slightest clue how to handle it. 

Now I’m trying to get as far away from everything as possible. I don’t want to make any decisions because I know that whatever I decide is final. 

Through all the dramatics and hysterics that my life was built upon, this isn’t one of them. I’m just wondering what a closed door feels like. 

I just know that I can’t go back. 


intoconsistency:

newfoundspace:

wolverxne:

New York 2014 - by: { SamAlive } | [Follow on Tumblr]

I. Cannot. Wait. Until. I. Go. To. NY. In. October. Oh. My. Hell.

with your best friend Kyle.

(Source: WOLVERXNE)