Yvette. 19. Oregon.
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Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you burn.

Turn yourself inside out and
paint your organs the color of what you see in your dreams.

This is the art of living with a ticker heart- a grenade
you throw through the windows to make a point that
language has no room for.

This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how I kept you alive.

Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep,
and bury everything that you’ve
ever said, everything that you’ve
never meant, and everything that has burned you and left you with nothing but what’s left.

By Shinji Moon, “Advice From Dionysus” (via anissa-mekkaoui)