Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change
I see your face, your hair. Your smile. Your voice(even that sweet mouse like laugh) [ I tell no lies] that you so disliked but I so loved, in every girl I see.
I loved you so much, I hated how much I didn't tell you this. If you ever read this I still love you A. E
They asked me whom I love
I thought of the hue of your eye's
I thought of the dark tint of your hair
I thought of the strong perfume you always have
I thought of how we clicked, we never got bored of each other
I thought of you
I thought of you
I thought of you
I thought of you
And I think of you
I think of you
I thank of you
And
I
said
No
one
2018.05.23
Don’t care about those who hurt you. Don’t hurt those who care about you.
Well you can't always be depressed or sad, at some point you have to smile \(◎o◎)/ because Why Not?
“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton
Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy
From Frankkie’s chapbook, It Was Good Until It Wasn’t, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/good
like a little lost sputnik
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These I have loved
A great tall girl, full of blue
Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted
Glasses that were black but now are pink
A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater
Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush
A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon
A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it
The future that lights up my nighttime
A conversation of Apple's and taste
Two people so together- hot and cold water
The sound of soothing poetry
A great tall girl
Yes,
These I have loved
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself
“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you are ready. I have this feeling that actually no-one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now.”
— Hugh Laurie
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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