There is something beautiful about the smile someone has when they talk about their passion/whatever makes them glo
Missing those late night train rides from Brooklyn to Harlem…..
The dreams come more often now.
I need to learn how to keep the energy I have when there’s a full moon
Summer has been beautiful but I’m excited for fall in Seattle
Imma fix you, imma fck you, imma get rid of them demons
But on another note I wish I drunk walking by the water right now
For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.❞
Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)
I curve dudes and be sad my phones dry…what is my life
I know better now to tell people my plans even if it is just to get feed back on ideas cause man….
i get called weird all the time its not even an insult anymore