December 2009
22 posts
hold me down, fold me in
deep in the heart of your sins.
STOP. stop following me. get out of my head, keep out of my heart, let me go. let me let this go.
so easy ruin. the steps to breaking are simpler than i’ve ever remembered them.
the people we surround ourself with, well, i guess i’m understanding the appreciation that goes along with that more and more each day. pro and cons lists. i’ve...
i'll never be the same.
(if we ever meet again)
tell me baby
what’s your story?
(my heart is shattered into a million pieces.
but not in the way that keeps me from holding on to everything. the pieces of me have leaked out everywhere i’ve ever been, and when i revisit these places i remember how to be whole.
i hear my heart beating in vermont. i feel myself smiling in michigan. my breathing gets quicker in boston, and i find the...
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish...”
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
these violent delights have violent ends
restoration.
1. i could read shakespearian sonnets every moment until my eyes dry out and my fingertips crumble. there would still be some nuances that i missed. i’m having trouble deciding if that’s thrilling or depressing.
2. i can’t call this the first snowfall. no matter that i had to scrape my car off before i went to school, the fact remains that i can still see the dead...
there's a boy who works at starbucks
and he’s very inspirational.
pen and paper. these things are so familiar to me. they’re like limbs that never got attached to my body. sometimes, they know they words inside me better than my hands do. better than my own mind does. the difference is, other people write back. tangible responses. something for my eyes to make sense of. (something you never bothered to give in return) but it doesn’t matter. it will...
how much easier the world would be if we could all read minds. to know exactly what everyone wanted from us exactly when they wanted it.
how much pain we could avoid. how many awkward conversations we could spare ourselves. the shock and hurt of finally hearing honesty would be chilling at first, but we could learn to block ourselves from the initial displeasure.
i always want to know what...
