phrases i'm afraid of: i'm not leaving. you shouldn't worry. did you forget? were you friends? i hate you. this wasn't supposed to happen. you're so different. and perhaps, the worst of all, i love you.
Perhaps, I am insane. They say writers are...but I am not a writer... I am a mess; an incurable and incorrigible one. Words aren't mine. The words I write aren't mine. I simply, lose myself with them. Because, words are my best friend. When the rest of the world is writing a book, or a poem; I… Continue reading thank you for 500 followers.
Do what you love...bake burnt-ish cookies, write fragmented poetry and unfinished stories, sing a little off-key, play the guitar slowly and clumsily, and braid your hair (forgetting a few strands.) Because, life is for enjoying, not perfecting. Wear what you want. Graphic tees or long skirts. Blazers or high heels. Dresses or jeans or sweat pants. That shade… Continue reading do what you love.
you never plan to live your life broken and torn, it just happens, nothing changes except everything. and, people are telling you're not what they expected when they see you after ten years. you wonder if you should take that offensively, but you just smile and brush it off. the house you live in has new creaks in… Continue reading nothing changes, except everything…
no one ever approves, everyone shakes their head, and gives their reasons, never listens to yours, doesn't validate your feelings, too young. too dumb. too naïve. blind girl, with your head in the clouds, snap out of it. to hell with you, i love the clouds. and, i swear i will touch the sky one… Continue reading approval.
We were normal girls. We fell in love with boys, recklessly, hopelessly, and constantly. She would cry tears of mascara and glittery eyeshadow on the steps. And, we'd swear off them as if they were drugs. And, maybe they were, because we always found ourselves falling again. We worried about our bodies. We pinched our… Continue reading normal girls.
Picket fence girl. Board straight, with your heart in a tangle, your boy is saying he loves you, and you're happy aren't you? you're high school sweet hearts, stuck in a rut, thinking this is as good as it gets, optimistically. You're marking the days off your calendar, waiting for date in particular, but… Continue reading picket-fence girl.