You will never fly

So at the height of my freedom

You have gathered your chains

You cannot abide those with the courage to live

But I cannot be erased

I exist

Loudly

Undeniably

And without fear

Silence is a language I refuse to speak

Feel free to drown in the blackness of your own shame

I will not deprive you of what you seek to destroy

But I promise that you will hear my screams in whichever safe haven you choose to cower

My voice will follow, my voice will smile as you fall

My voice will echo in the sky

My thunder will strike you to the ground and my lightning will reveal you to the world

My voice will not die, even as my body crumbles

And I hope your ears bleed

And so I stood.

Smiling.

Breathing.

My heart beating, and breaking all the same.

And it was so, so beautiful.

anonynaila:

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mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

(via geneticallycomplex)

Sometimes I really wonder how blind people see others. Like if they are actually glimpsing the feelings that their mother or spouse or best friend give them, or if everyone’s voices show them different colours or something, because that just seems so much more real than seeing bodies.

It’s not that I feel sad, I just don’t think I know what happiness is.