Highs of 60s in January
This hammock is my love for the Earth, for the universe, for the sun that shines through dark vacuum space and upon every particle in its path. My closed lids are the shrines of good thinking, warm orange and brown veils that soak my sight with only the brightest dreams. Little girl yells within the breeze are the creed of happiness never so pure but unadulterated beyond the logical soul. Rustles...
It's a personal record
22 in drafts. Bear with me for a bit. My perfectionism seems to be at its finest.
i hope this is the depression talking
Her: i know this sounds completely selfish, but i just don't want to give anymore of myself to anyone that isn't giving back to me. i've done that waaaaaayyyy too much and have been let done by a lot of friends when i needed them the most, so im just not gonna invest anymore of my time into something that isn't going anywhere, even a friendship
Me: you know you can ask for help whenever you need it and I'm there
Her: well, i just don't really count on anyone at all anymore.
Me: well, I should get to bed. I've gotta get up around 7 tomorrow, and I'm exhausted.
Her: yeah, same here.
When did it become like this? Where did I fail you? I feel like I just got a report card and it says "Unacceptable." Also, this is one of the most selfish things I've seen. How many times must I suffer for your suffering?
Maple Mango or from the Mouth of Mother Mary
I spent the better part of Saturday night convincing a stranger to give up. I’m almost ashamed at this, for being so downhearted and despicably broken. Who was I to try to give advice? It’s never followed anyway. Mistakes are ours to make. Poor guy. Worse still, I’m more frustrated that I’m this jaded and disillusioned. In the euphoria of love, or in the shelter of its...
Things I unbearably miss, although I could have them right now, but am to lazy to acquire because school’s not in: - Iced Lattes, Lattes, Jittery Joe’s coffee in general - Drives out in the country - A good concert. The last show I saw was terrible. More because it wasn’t something I was into, and less to do with the band members’ abilities to rock. - Talks with my...
Monsters of Folk on Austin City Limits! Pour a drink and listen in.
Not a Good Roommate
You think I leave everything out; you think I push these thoughts into the very malleable cells of your brain. Sitting with knees close, pajama pants skimming skinny jeans, your wide doe brown eyes—as distinct as my jutting chin— glance back and forth for any sign of escape. I’m worried about you, wounded— afflicted by just a slight sense of your hurt. I...
Dear dear Past,
I wish you would leave me alone. I wish I’d leave you alone. I was hoping the rain would wash you away, with 2011 in its stead. I still type the first letter of your name by accident. I’m still a sentimental, haphazard little girl. I still want to prove you wrong. Except, now I’m trying, dealing with it all. I’m taking into hand the costs, weighing out the expenses and...