to drink coffee with a ghost

sharing the same family tree doesn’t often make people stay. find family in the ones who make you laugh uncontrollably. find family in the ones who take your side but also talk you through your wrongdoings. find family in the ones who would hop on a plane & fly across countries the moment you needed them. find family in the ones who rejoice in you, especially when you’re unsure of yourself. find the ones who will face the fire with you.

- they’re your real family.

- because you’re never truly alone with a book.

how do you keep on living after the worst imaginable thing happens to you? there is no easy answer—no steps 1, 2, & 3. i just remember waking up one day & deciding that i would try to remember that even though rainstorms are completely unavoidable, sun-showers exist, too.

i only

find myself

kissing boys

who love

to make

monsters

out of

girls.

you did not have a medicine spoon filled with poison. you had no gun. no knife. no ax. no belt. no ready hand. however, the weapon you did wield proved to be equally as dangerous.

- your words.

you gave my pain a name & it sounded like rebellion, not depression.

lately, it seems like everywhere i look, i only find daughters haunted by something their mothers did to them.

when life gives us new beginnings, we need to take them, because there are never enough of them.

you may
be
a product
of whoever
raised you,
- you choose
but you
belong
to nobody
except
yourself.
- your own future

you are not
a disappointment.
you are not
the culmination
of what people
expect of you