when we make my blankets into a tent and hide and kiss and touch until we can't breathe ( Read more... )

you are a fucking dream. your smile makes me dizzy *

Today was one of those 'deep breath' days. Take each moment as it comes and try not to think too much. Instead, try to make up a story about a girl who creates a new and intricately delicate dress every time her heart gets broken. Then go out and buy some wool and kit yourself a new heart, or a pair of gloves, whatever works ( Read more... )

I had a dream and there I met a girl with short hair and slender fingers and a curious smile. In my dream, the girl was surprised and couldn't really believe that I had never kissed someone under a table. As if it were so common to drag someone under a table and into an impenetrable fortress of looove in order to kiss them ( Read more... )

The countdown has begun. '3 weeks' I whisper to myself as I fall asleep - head filling up with dreams of what might be, what could be. 3 weeks until I will have the time to make the art I crave. 3 weeks till I have the space to dance. 3 weeks till I have the energy to engage with the people I love. 3 weeks is a fucking eternity sometimes ( Read more... )

As a writer, I am endlessly jealous of performers, who can interact with their art, who can invite others into their sanctuaries. I take photos because I feel it's the closest I can get to being sharing my dreams and my ideas with someone else. Why do I write? My hands always have to be moving, changing making. I don't trust my voice, it falters, ( Read more... )

i'm trying not to talk to anyone, incase i get angry and accidently hit them ( Read more... )

Silk of the soup slipping down my throat
And the burn after again and again
I miss the poetry
The words against my skin as i sleep

somedays i hope you feel my silence burning you.

otherdays im not so vindictive. other days, i just want to forget you altogether.

almost all my hope for the future of us, is gone. and there is no poetic way to say that, really. it just is.

the things i say, and especially the things i don't...
its not because im angry
its because im hurt
its because i dont know how to exist in my own skin