sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can’t move, awake but cannot open my eyes. and the weight is crushing down on my lungs, i know i can’t breathe and hope someone will save me this time. and your mother’s still calling you insane and high, swearing it’s different this time. and you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her, and that god never blessed her insides. then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things, crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because, like the sick and the dying.
and sometimes when you’re on you’re really fucking on and your friends they sing along and they love you. but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence. but you’ll fight and you’ll make it through. you’ll fake it if you have to. and you’ll show up for class with a smile. you’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown up and a better daughter or son and a real good friend. and you’ll be awake. you’ll be alert. you’ll be positive though it hurts. and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends. and you’ll be a real good listener. you’ll be honest. you’ll be brave. you’ll be handsome. and you’ll be beautiful. you’ll be happy.
The best song ever written.
Book on Book, designed by TENT, is a transparent acrylic book paperweight to hold down the pages of a book from flipping as you enjoy tea and sweets outdoors while you read.
I need this. No joke. I would use this everyday and get SO much done. Love it.