February 2012
27 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)