1st day of spring break:
died for 5 hours and ordered these cat earrings online
#springbreak2014 #girlsnightout #whitegirlwasted
finally on spring break!!
You’re a writer, right?
So what do you do
You find love in the crevices of ignorance and fear
Where others are blinded too.
Stop being worried.
Listen to your own voice.
These poems are for remembering yourself,
An articulation you searched
A breath that you fought for.
These poems are for loving yourself the way no one else could.
Nobody loves you more than yourself.
Nobody knows you like your own tongue and your own lips.
Nervousness is good.
Remember the time someone kissed the words, “Anxiety is good for you,” on your cheek and validated what you’ve tried so hard to overcome.
your love, was like a wildfire—
hostile and dangerous
but full of life. and i made
the mistake of letting
it burn me down
if summer meant loving
every ray of sunshine
passing through our bodies,
then why do i feel like i’ve made
the wrong decision?
"I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide. I thought
of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun. I planned to wait
till the waves had bored themselves
to sleep, till the last clinging barnacles,
growing worried in the hush,
had paddled off in tiny coracles, till
those restless birds, your actor’s hands,
had dropped slack into your lap,
until you’d turned, at last, to me.
When I spoke of Patagonia, I meant
skies all empty aching blue. I meant
years. I meant all of them with you.”
- Kate Clanchy, Patagonia
happy valentines day