"every week i get a call from Ohio asking if this is the Walgreens / i answer even though i know it isn’t for me / it’s good to know when it’s not for you / it’s not for me / it’s not you / it’s me / it’s not you, it’s all of this / discounted lotion & nail polish remover & tweezers & razors / you are what you love or whoever you don’t / hang up on / i’ll find you in the aisle where i think the least / about my body / i wish i could / be travel-sized for you"
Melissa Lozada-Oliva, “One Digit Off,” published in Voicemail Poems (via bostonpoetryslam)
"You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood."
never forget
(Source: ironfist)
(Source: jezzykeery)
