A celebration is just a way of begging the good things to stay.
I love my body more days than I don’t.
My niece is 6 and skipping pizza day because she all of a sudden worried if she’s thin enough to be a queen or just pretty enough to be someone’s trophy.
Today, you find your bursting heart again in the house of too much. Today it is okay to be angry and to want these last three months back to want a return on all that hope you spent so easily on this.
When you can hear your ex fucking the next-door neighbor thru your shared bedroom wall, find a new lover and fuck louder.
I am leaving fragments of my body in every dusty corner of this country and I have the scars to prove it.
Matthew Cuban Hernandez, “Challenger”. Watch Cuban’s full poem!
The things we make invisible do not disappear; we only cloud our own perception