Tuesday 15 September 2015
Wednesday 10 June 2015
I am amazed
―Boy Meets Boy; David Levithan
Wednesday 3 June 2015
reblog
―Jamie Tworkowski
Monday 1 June 2015
not come down to earth
Natalia Ginzburg; London (on Cesare Pavese)
all the bright places...
—All the Bright Places; Jennifer Niven
Friday 15 May 2015
when I travel
—Reading the Oxford English Dictionary; Ammon Shea
Monday 9 March 2015
xxxxx
i remember asking for art. and so, pain, little blossoming acid ticks, ants. and it's a fault in my wiring, fault of mine. i'm sucking on a muesli bar, biting skin off my lips, and the worst pain that doesn't translate, isolates.
like a cold sweat from a steaming kettle, feet too warm, painful teeth, sunlight on an empty stomach.
and none of it matters. none of it is seen. i asked for art and my guts are risen. i can't even crawl out of this playlist.
and all the bizarre fucking truth of, in a few hours, i am not even alone. i am in love with my soul mate, in my charming house, with a new job role, and i have an axe wound in my very centre. you don't get to be sad when you're happy.
there's too many ways in.
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