and they ain't friends so far, my words they don't travel far. they tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere right past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use.
I miss figs and the way they would taste after I shimmied up the tree barefoot in my pajamas. How my dad would get angry at me for running outside with no shoes on because my feet might get infected and fall off. But I liked the feeling of grass beneath my toes and bark scraping against my heel so I ignored him and did it anyway. I could have spent days sitting on those branches of leafy green.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
my winter break.
“Never Let Me Go”
“It had never occurred to me that our lives, so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them.”
(Source: madwomanwithacat)
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WELL, I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING IN APRIL. Saturday is so good I can’t even handle myself.
top artists of 2011. of course ke$ha, katy perry and the book of mormon sneak up on there.
There’s an exquisite poetry in sadness. I think it’s what brings out those hidden monsters buried inside of our souls. The ones that we forget about when we’re happy, and busy, and consumed. But sadness is a practice in solitude, even loneliness.
The little ugly whispers that are so easy to ignore during the day crawl to the surface. They are so easily drowned out behind a well-crafted playlist or Biology homework. It is an exercise in futility. They always get their air. Come back up breathing, panting, hissing into the dark masses vaulted in our hearts.
That mass is so often unexplored. I can’t even begin to explain what must be locked up inside of it. I usually can’t even allow myself to give it a good look. The first breath of the feelings starts to crawl up my spine and I shut it down before it turns into the kinds of thoughts that crush the minds of men and turn them into soft putty between the fingers of an undexterous gorilla.
I wish I had the bravery to face the complexity that must lie within these recesses. I feel as though what is there must be sublime. A great and terrible beauty.
