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On how coming out changed her life: ”I knew I would be happier, but I wouldn’t have anticipated just how f—-ing happy I am and how every tiny little aspect of my life feels better.” Ellen Page by Olivia Malone for the Hollywood Reporter, May 2014

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You, framed softly by the doorframe
after a promising first date, looking down at me,
expectant. I can only think about your hands.
We do not end up kissing.
Instead we bump noses and then I come inside
and lock the door behind me,
When a week has passed and still,
you have not called, I wonder if it is maybe because
I have my father’s face. Or if you have somehow
seen old writing of mine on the internet somewhere,
and have been scared off by how I have written
about a past love, all bloody and fanged.
I practice dry swallowing pills in the bathroom,
count the number of scars and sunspots
on my skin. I burn candles and crush the blackened
wicks with my thumb and forefinger. All the boys
I’ve kissed after you look exactly the same.

Kristina Haynes, “I Don’t Know How To Make A Poem Out of This (via tughmblr)

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