i am worn down like beach glass, sharp edges sanded away until the crisp bright bottle green sheen of knife-sharp edges is ground into sandy opacity. i am dying like a summer sunset, fire and bloom and magma skies. i am waiting like unopened buds, hiding their licks of colour behind tight furled petals. i am blowing away like leaves, like coffee foam, like sea spray, oh,...
to keep an open heart, shining eyes, loving arms, to hold them steady through storms of disbelief and keep them raised through disappointing, endless night, shaking at the dawn. to while the darkened hours with moonstone on one’s breast, trusting self and bracing one white shoulder against where doubt has placed a fulcrum tween the cracks. an endless fight in ...
easy, lucky, free.
i took an unintentional summer hiatus, tumblr, helped along by laptop death and far, far too much work. i am burnt out, candle guttering at both ends, and i’ve missed out on summer. but: i have moved into my own tiny, charming new place, am forging new friendships, discovering what it means to me to be past 25 (i will be 26 in a little over a month) and am handling dating mishaps with a...
ha ha love songs
a look from a stranger on the skytrain i was wearing a pink shirt and reading a book until at my stop i met his eyes: need/want/neutral curiosity. i might have been an animal in a zoo. he knew we’d never speak.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and...– Veronica A. Shoffstall (via quote-book)
laura marling - i speak because i can (engine-earz... →
laura marling dubstep, who knew?
everyone is someone’s type.
recently i had to reject someone romantically. he reminded me a lot of who i was two, maybe three years ago; shy, worshipful, so awkward my teeth ached with it. he would come into my bar and drink quietly, watching me flit around the room without any ability to hide the need in his face. i invited him out a couple times but it wasn’t there for me. it was a few weeks since i’d seen...