my therapist taught me
to hold my chest and focus
the second the world becomes
too loud
and i’m just beginning to learn
the difference between fists
against drywall
screaming, “let me out”
and sore knuckles on mahogany
saying, “let me in”.
(via captainastronaut)
i feel like tall people at concerts have everything they want in the world
(via ef-florescent)
