“No, he is not tactful, yet have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet, at the same time, beautiful?” ― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View [x]
poem: the best thing i can be is lonely
the best thing i can be is lonely the boy next to me has scars on his lips where something was forcibly ripped out i think it was maybe my mental edge i think we're maybe soulmates, that his black finger nails are meant to prick at my skin but then he stands up and… Continue reading poem: the best thing i can be is lonely
poem: fifteen feathered souls
fifteen feathered souls like pebbles in my hand and i lick them slowly: bloody little gravestones carved into red pebbles carved into my hands: when i tip my palms the blood comes drooling out
writing: i don’t want to see you ever again
I don't want to see you ever again, he said. She paused; nodded bravely. She was crying. Her hair was hanging in her face and his fingers twitched looking at it, some involuntary memory coming from earlier palm-scented mornings when he would lean over the sheets and brush it behind her ears and kiss her… Continue reading writing: i don’t want to see you ever again
quote: dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." —Edgar Allen Poe [x]
writing: there is only so much a person can take
There is only so much a person can take before they lose themselves. It's a sort of cracking, with the pieces falling away like blood-music, like the skinny feathers you can't hold in your hands with the memories coming like fire and water; it's your mother looking at you in the kitchen and shaking her… Continue reading writing: there is only so much a person can take
poem: i held a peach carcass in my hand
i held a peach carcass in my hand: the wet, warm body above the streets where rain-soaked cars flung themselves like missionaries across the rain-soaked plastic globe, the one that once lived in my mother's attic, before i destroyed her. i put my bloody fingers in my mouth and watch the flesh drip like rain… Continue reading poem: i held a peach carcass in my hand
quote: something so amiable
"There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions." —Jane Austen [x]
quote: let them think you were born that way
"It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way." —Ernest Hemingway [x]
writing: are you okay
Are you okay, she said to him. He was crouched in the bathroom with his fingers clamped over his wrist and his wrists pulled into his chest. She was next to him; she was so close to him that her hair kept brushing against his lips and his nose, but it was not romantic. He… Continue reading writing: are you okay
the last pavilion 