She & I Don't Get Along

Hey! I'm Kyra. NJ. I like to write/ listen to music/ take pictures/ attempt to play the guitar/ collect irrational fears. Following is appreciated but not mandatory.

That sweater dress tho

Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armour? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.

—Azra.T “34 Questions”  (via 5000letters)

(via beneath-a-lonely-place)

The Antlers

—Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out



The Antlers: Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out

One bad night I’ll hold the glass until the glass can hold me down,
And one bad night I’ll spill and spill until my feet begin to drown.
One bad night I’ll hear you calling me to help you not pass out.

You and I, divine but not devout,
Every night my teeth are falling out.

One dumb night I’ll make a point to take an old verboten route,
And one dumb night I’ll take you out, to the bar we’ve both blacked out.
One dumb night two bad decisions don’t divide to cancel out.

You and I, divorced but not devout,
Every night my teeth are falling out.

Try it, try it, try it,
Try it, try it, try it, try it,
Get your jaw off the floor.