I deeply regret my La Dispute tattoo and I can’t wait to get it covered up or altered. I was young and dumb and thought that band meant something to me but now I barely listen to them. Words of Wisdom guys and gals, never get a band tattoo unless you are absolutely 100%sure.
“Leslie Knope got her dream job, had kids, and is basically running the world on JJ’s waffles and friendship. What more do you want, Academy? I suppose if Pawnee had an emotionally unavailable nerd in a Flash t-shirt, it could finally get the respect it deserves.”—
Dear Marie, This poem is part letter, part lullaby. We will spend sleepless nights bleeding until we are cold as spring rain. We will rust in our own thoughts like drowning metal.
This ink is the blood of my depression. Some nights tears are the best sedative and ink is the best liquor.
Some nights, you will be so cold that breathing will shatter your lungs.
He left a fault line on your heart the night he left, now every heartbeat is its own earthquake. This is an aftershock.
Eyelids falling down like thin tree trunks in a hurricane. Thoughts flowing like river rapids. Heavy limbs that tell you to go to sleep. Depression is a flood. Insomnia is a terrible automatic coping mechanism.
We stay in storm shelters even when it’s sunny out because we’re afraid of drowning, but we’re more scared of being burned by warmth.
Dear Marie, Sleep in your bookshelf tonight after a trip down to the beach. Scream so loud that it wakes your happiness up from its hibernation. Let me hear you across an ocean and across a nation.
Scream hard and shake the dust from your vocal chords. In case no one has told you yet, you are allowed to hurt.