Interests:"No need to talk;
my lips are for you to
drink from,
the thick of my hair
hangs heavy for you to
stroke. Please.
And my hands.
For you to kiss.
Or let me go down into
black sleep."
- Marina Ivanova Tsvetayeva
I'm not the first stupid teenage girl to feel this pain, I know, but I still feel like I'm the only person on this damn planet that is screaming at the top of my lungs and no one is around to hear me pleading. I'll just keep screaming-