bare feet & bad poetry

My eyes are glued to the map on my wall. I listen to way too much indie music and write too much for my own good. I'm barefoot, sleepy, and alex.

Don’t tell anyone anything ever


August 29, 2014

Oh take a chance and roll the bones
Cut off your hair
Unplug your phone


I miss cuddling

I miss home and my poetry sucks and no one ever said it would be this hard to just live. I need balance and I need love and I need to feel like I’m important and I matter because I just don’t right now and maybe I don’t because I’m not.
ak, why does it feel so late?

College food.

And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.


Things that should be under $20:

• plane tickets
• concert tickets
• clothing
• college

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reblog if you are your url

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Late nights & strong coffee.

‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’
No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wethinkwedream)

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My eyes won’t focus on the world in front of me. I blink and see your collarbone. I rub away sleep from my eyelashes only to find tired dreams of your existence dripping into my consciousness. I just want things to be normal again. I want to look and see what’s actually there, because you aren’t anymore.
ak, blind ghosts