February 2012
26 posts
Anonymous asked: i think your writing is just beautiful and i admire how open you are about sex. do you mind me asking how many sexual partners you've had?
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I kissed blood from the peak of your cheekbone.
Outreaching.
The subtle flutter of time’s wings cannot move me. Regardless of how far one person’s boat of a body drifts from mine, fragments of their love will be carried with me across the sea. Some things (their whispers with dawn’s onset, petal-soft kisses behind my kneecaps, the way they’d pour rooibos tea) are wedged so deeply between the velveteen crevices of my heart’s...
Anonymous asked: A warning before you wane away again?
Anonymous asked: I ask you to stay, not because I want you to stay, but I fear for you. I see you as a girl who faces so much loss, but at her own doing. You hurt because you're afraid of potential. Your an idealist. I know one when I see one. You follow your nature, but do you follow your grace? The nature of a flower is to be born, to wilt, and eventually to die. It's grace is to be born, to wilt, to...
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If there is anything more beautiful than the act of finding flecks of burnt sienna on your flesh, or counting the chestnut constellations spanning your chest, I am yet to discover it. You are scarred and flawless. The hazel of your hairline haunts me; the sorrel shades of you shoulder blades squeeze the breath from my body. Forever, I will surrender to your artisan skin without effort or...
Rain City — Turin Brakes.
Anonymous asked: Do you live alone, my dear?
ou-bliee asked: I really don't know how you do it, but your soul somehow shines through your tumblr. It's beautiful.
Brass birdcage.
Grains of his earthy voice have been eroded with the passing of time, but I suppose that’s what it means to forget, isn’t it? It’s about collecting past embraces and using them to heat your coffee. It’s about stitching all of the times you’ve touched a person together and giving the twine a second life; using it to tie shoes and to draw curtains. Forgetting is about prying apart open wounds and...
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“Some things you’re not letting happen right now because the timing isn’t perfect...”
– Abraham Hicks. (via nirvikalpa)
rivulet asked: You are the most fascinating, otherworldly creature. I love how you're both solitary and empathic, simultaneously introspective and as curious as a child to explore the world around you.
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Tonight I’m kept awake by the memory of his earlobes and the way they’d flush a deeper shade of crimson with the onset of mirth. I think about kissing them, stroking them with an index finger, disturbing them with my murmurs. When he slept atop flannelette sheets, his earlobes were the first to grow white hot. I haven’t forgotten their softness on October 31st or how my pinching was the catalyst...
Anonymous asked: you break hearts.
Anonymous asked: do you have a youtube account? 8tracks account? twitter? i want to see more of your beautiful heart, soul, and mind. you keep me wanting more and more.
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Anonymous asked: You once disappeared before, did you not? This blog was a return in itself, if I remember correctly... You left once and came back. You left twice and came back. Maybe it's not your coldness that inflict so much pain, but your absence is what hurts so much. How wonderful, your inner beauty is so vast that anyone absent of such experiences pain. Your beauty is sought and desired. Will you...
Disappearance (December - February).
People tell me I’ve changed, that they can see it in my face. My skin looks sallow in the sunlight.
I used to be the type of person who read poetry before breakfast and decorated herself with flowers. I’d wake on the cusp of daybreak with an aura tinged all the shades of a daisy field. I was warm, once.
Nobody knows what happened.
Two months is a long time to be numb, isn’t...
“The most creative act you will ever undertake is the act of creating yourself.”
– Deepak Chopra. (via karljj)
January 2012
19 posts
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Self improvement: I am making a conscious effort to stay focused on new growth, and reminding myself that loss is always part of greater gain.
Out-breath (the ghosts that followed me into the...
As you are reading this, I am killing myself. Do not feign trepidation. I am taking a blade to my malignancy. You will not recognise me tomorrow.
There comes a time when every human must throw back their head and permit howls of sheer agony to burn the length of their throat. The spaces between the stars hold healing properties for those who open their mouths to the vastness; I’ve heard of the...
clavicola:
A reading by fleurishes: Night...
Anonymous asked: I feel like I'm restrained in life. I can't seem to take in everything around me, can you offer me some advice to become free and to start living/enjoying my life?
Excerpt from a letter to the gentleman I loved...
To my Darling,
I am going away for a while. Treat my absence as if it were death.
Imagine my body in a place where the Earth nurtures, the sky nurtures, the sea nurtures. I will be growing towards the sun. Please celebrate. Remember the silver bells of my laughter and allow your soul to dance in the soft light of my memory.
Daily, do these things: Hold flowers closer to your heart than...
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Anonymous asked: Why are you vegan?
“I’m attracted to the idea of drowning. Or rather the idea of jumping off...”
– Florence Welch.
Caught up in a downpour.
Somebody once told me that rain is just a chance for lonely people to be touched. Now I wonder if the trees yearn for the birds after they’ve flown away.
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Anonymous asked: Would you please provide some beautiful words for two lovers who met spectacularly and had an otherwordly and burning connection, who never received a proper chance, are always torn apart, nonetheless who will never be able to stop thinking of one another? My aching heart could use some solace.
Faux flowers at a funeral.
I promised myself not to slip back into the abyss and drink the dark water of the shadows, but with feet cold and eyes blotted all the shades of a poppy field, I’ll admit that a lack of light has lured me back to the bottom of the well.
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Every evening I will ask myself:
I. Have you been creative today? II. Have you nourished yourself today? III. Did your heart remain open today? IV. Did you allow yourself to feel?
Anonymous asked: Your fifth tattoo is intriguing to me, is it roman numerals, what does it mean?
Anonymous asked: Can you write us a minimalist poem?
Have you ever watched your heart throb through...
The beryl shades of loneliness are something to splash about in, to drink, to become addicted to. At this time last year I existed as nothing more than a shadow who’d bare and gnash teeth at the onset of nightfall. My broken body would lay alone for hours with limbs furled like that of a spider’s soulless skeleton. I was empty and unable see my heart spluttering and sighing through the...
December 2011
27 posts
Anonymous asked: where have all the flowers gone?
ou-bliee asked: You seem to have a beautiful soul.
Anonymous asked: i wanted him so bad that my bones, my breath and my soul hurt. then when i had him, all i wanted was to run.
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