things that fall apart2:36, new york city, i canthings that fall apart by RoseScarlet
looking out your window,
watching the cars pass by instead of the waves, and
something isn't right, because there's ocean in your blood and
i anchor you.
you still believe in the girl i used to be, but
she's been gone longer than this white sky summer.
she's gone, she's gone.don't tell a broken girl withshe's gone, she's gone. by RoseScarlet
grief pouring into the juts of her cheekbones,
hunger suffocating into the curves of her ribs,
that her eyes are made
and her hair was weaved from
sunshine when you are
light years away and millennia too late
April = National Poetry Month!I can't believe it's already been almost a month since the last group journal update! I'm trying to do better about updating here, but there's a lot on my plate in the "real world" so please bear with me if I don't get everything updated (or if I use the wrong bear. Bare? Bear? >.April = National Poetry Month! by WordsInOurVeins
MemoriesI've been in China for almost a week now, and all the memories I have of this place is flooding back. Unfortunately, many of those memories are quite negative. A lot of people commented on my last journal asking why my stepmom and half brother had tried to kill me. It's not a secret and I'm in a weird mood right now so I'll retell the story.Memories by yuumei
I last visited China almost five years ago. I was unfortunate enough to be stranded at the LAX airport for two days. During that time, I met another girl my age who was also returning to China to visit family. We talked for a long time and I found out her parents are also divorced like mine. She told me how her stepmom would regularly burn her with cigarette buds. I was horrified but I felt lucky that my stepmom is kind to me. I told her I was lucky to have a nice stepmom. I had never been so wrong.
When I first arrived, my stepmom greeted me kindly, and we talked, joked, and hung out like a regular family would. But her mask was quickly cracking a