Honored to have my book next to the greats ❤️
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Pick up a copy of To A Girl I Haven’t Met from the link in my bio. If you already have it make sure to check out the playlist at zackgreywrites.com/playlist while you read :)
; let me tell you something today. no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think. You're beautiful & smart. No one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. You are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror. Instead you're going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love. lt'll build you up from within. and will help you make it through the worst days. You're going to romanticize gentle hand of a friend in yours, telling you that it's gonna be okay. Because it is. And don't trust any poets, writers. We are no good. We love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain't nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the walls and ceiling. You know what's beautiful instead? The days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile. Scars and all,music that makes your soul flow like a river, families that support you and gonna be there for you at every moment, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through the tears.
Qotd: What is the dumbest thing you cried over?
"You will try to make it work. You will pick up the pieces of your broken heart and tangle them back together with a lace bra and his favorite perfume and you'll kiss him like he wasn't the one aiming the gun at your chest, bullets flying from his mouth into every part of your body a few months ago and you'll feel like god. And you'll think 'Thank fucking god I don't have to miss him anymore' because he's yours again but just for the night, tomorrow you'll wake up in a whirlpool of sweat and numbness and the taste of heartbreak will be fresh in your mouth, it'll come slowly at first, like the first few drops of rain, before the storm that tears everything apart and leaves you drowning and soaks through everything you love. And he'll love you again but never at the right time, never when it could work. And sometimes you'll think you've almost got it but it'll slip through your fingers and break all over again like it did the first time and the time before that and you will be okay but you will never be okay the same way you were when you were eleven and you were nothing but skinned knees and smiles and he didn't ruin you but he could. He fucking could."
You only die once (Via extrasad)