there is so much you don’t know that i can’t tell you; that nobody can teach you.
you lived your life so safe. you hurt yourself protecting yourself.
i lived loudly, chasing the mirage of what i wanted,
believing it was really there.
believe, and god is real.
believe, and tinkerbell lives.
believe in your dreams and they’ll come true.
believe in yourself and you can do what can’t be done.
i believed in things that weren’t real, so i lived in a fairytale; i lived in a nightmare.
your heart can’t speak to mine
because it doesn’t know my language.
fiery skull diaries
by the light of the fiery skull, we know.
fiery skull diaries 
Wow. You know how I know this is a good poem? Reading it is like eating a KNIFE.
this…. is all the validation i needed and i can’t say how much i needed it. love you.
See, fifty percent of my brain was like “Don’t comment on every post like a creepy stalker.” And fifty percent was like “But does she KNOW how good this stuff is?”
you should absolutely be my creepy stalker because yours is the opinion that carries the most weight. :]