March 2010
1 post
I’m missing the people, the places, the things. Most of all, I’m missing the freedom. I always found peace in knowing I could make my own decisions, do whatever I wanted. However this is no longer the case. This has become more of a curse than a blessing, and I feel trapped. And although I can trick myself into believing this rut will only last during these nine months, I know the...
February 2010
1 post
I can’t begin to describe the way this feels. I used to know who I was and what I wanted, but it seems the power of change proved too strong for my identity. This came as a shock to all of us, and yet, I find myself wondering if maybe this was always meant to be. Maybe I am reckless, irresponsible, dumb. I have no excuse for my actions. It would be fair to blame it on alcohol; I could say my...
January 2010
2 posts
December 2009
17 posts
November 2009
11 posts
October 2009
9 posts
September 2009
13 posts
Story of a Girl
We’d walk home together in the foggy summer night, and I’d tell her about sex; the good stuff, like how it could be warm and exciting- it took you away- and the not-so-good things, like, how once you showed someone that part of yourself, you had to trust them one thousand percent and anything could happen. Someone you thought you knew could change and suddenly not want you, suddenly...
How to be an Artist
Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say YES! And post them all over your house. Make friends with freedom and uncertainty. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight. Cultivate moods. Refuse to be ‘responsible’. Do it for love. Take lots of naps. Give...
Tangiable, you make me believe. Chemical, it leaves no room for doubt. Broken fragments of a sentence, left undefined. Could I build a spotlight and sort the thoughts in my mind? A drop in the water, I’m caught in a ripple effect. This iris, constricting, it shows me sunshine, warm grass, fluttered flesh. I wish I could wrap my fingers around it, an image for my shaking hands. Perspective,...
“A woman prepared to fly, even if she has to lose her legs to do it.”
– Libba Bray- A Great and Terrible Beauty
Looking for Alaska
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and...
