it's just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead...

you're invited to join me in the search for better things.
xoxo.

a.the girl has pale blue eyes and forty seven different shades in her dirty blonde hair. she is walking a triangle of city blocks in pink heels, pink like the stripes in the skirt she wears - trimmed with lace - and the blazer she bought on a whim. pink like her lips that ache - can lips ache? hers do, the way her legs moan softly after seven miles ( Read more... )

my day feels like the color gradients we had to draw with ebony pencil in art 1 freshman year of high school, starting with the white of the paper and fading to total black. i woke up late and actually felt awake, which is reason enough to celebrate when your sleep patterns are as spastic as mine. there were good countdown shows on vh1 while i did ( Read more... )

way too long acryllic nails, hemp braclets that soften to the shape of your wrist, late night trysts, friends i know so well that we've developed a language all to ourselves, reading six books simultaneously, days in new york city, discovering us in different contexts, learning a bad decision doesn't always have to turn into a regret, the ( Read more... )

1.her flip-flops are fastened out of an excess of navy ribbon, converging in the center of an orange foam flower. her jeans ride low on her underdeveloped frame with a white belt designed to fit someone with a waist the size of her hips. tucked in the top of her jeans is a pair of orange plastic sunglasses, the frames shaped like stars.  her hair ( Read more... )

a month ago i was so happy that i couldn't fathom what life would be like if it lasted. since then i plummeted several times but one month later i'm more content that i can ever remember being. there's something beautiful in spending your idle moments smiling, in waking each morning ready to embrace everything the day could bring. it's not that ( Read more... )

she writes down all her favorite lines from novels, attempting to recreate the epiphanies she has while reading, to summarize the significance of four hundred and sixty three pages on one eight and a half by eleven sheet. she strokes her orange and white fluffball of a cat with acryllic nails glazed in french permanent and giggles when she strikes ( Read more... )

i've relocated for a few days, to the only other house i've ever felt comfortable just showing up unannounced at, to the house that is home to a million memories no amount of fresh paint could cover. nights after work when work was fun, days after drinking spent watching daytime television, idle hours passed in my favorite company until we both ( Read more... )

when you're young they make it seem like being a tomboy is a matter of baseball hats and ponytails. gender stereotypes slip into elementary school curriculums. the boys can do pull-ups but the girls can only do the flexed arm hang. even in fourth grade girls are expected to not have enough upper body strength to pull all sixty pounds of their ( Read more... )

tell me, what's your favorite movie?

or recommend anything that you would be shocked to hear somebody hasn't seen.

♥