Michelle K., Beautifully Broken (via yoursuicidegirl)
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
— (via clementinevonradics)
It’s funny how beginners are so afraid of falling, while experienced riders have hardly any respect for falling at all. After a lifetime in this industry, anyone can tell you-the things you should be most afraid of in this sport are usually the people standing next to you.
— Nina Thornton (via ring-side)