Friday, 16 August 2013

blurry


And kid, you've got to love yourself. You've got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You've got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You've got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you've got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You've got to stop taking everything so goddamn personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You've got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You've got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You've got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You've got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You've got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You've got to love yourself.

Thursday, 15 August 2013


Always

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

-All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Monday, 12 August 2013

Thursday, 8 August 2013

One night they fell asleep, side by side. He slept curled upon her back; a dark comma against her pale, elegant phrase.
— A. S. Byatt, Possession 

Two years

In two days
Marks two years of growth
At times; painful

And like the sea, i'm constantly changing from calm to hell. 


Thursday, 1 August 2013

reward

my reward; day after day
EXISTENCE
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"She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself forever and ever alone."
Virginia Woolf - Orlando

This time last year
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