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Thu, 20 Jun 2013 00:05:43 -0500

I watch and read so many things about traveling. I cannot wait until I get the chance to roam the...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 21:25:06 -0500

I watch and read so many things about traveling. I cannot wait until I get the chance to roam the earth.

The most difficult part of writing is not necessarily writing, but instead naming a piece....

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 13:55:01 -0500

The most difficult part of writing is not necessarily writing, but instead naming a piece. #thestruggle

1924us: Pirate’s Cove. Avila Beach, California

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:37:11 -0500

1924us:

Pirate’s Cove. Avila Beach, California

freemeawe: This is beautiful, damn. Pure ecstasy.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:32:27 -0500

freemeawe:

This is beautiful, damn. Pure ecstasy.

Audrey & Molly are two of the most amazing people I have...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:23:39 -0500

Audrey & Molly are two of the most amazing people I have come across and I am so blessed to call them my friends. Not only are they incredibly supportive with my writing, but as well as my life. I love them dearly. I really do.

I have always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s muse.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:51:17 -0500

I have always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s muse.

The letters that I received are all so beautiful. I learned: I. Your heart is sick, but he,your...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:39:00 -0500

The letters that I received are all so beautiful. I learned: I. Your heart is sick, but he,your lover makes you feel more alive. II. Why you write about lavender. III. Your name and your uncertainty of convincing your love that it is only her. IV. This past spring, you shed haiku like petals. V. Loneliness is difficult. VI. You told me about Mailbox Peak. VII. Your name in Latin. VIII. Why he is named “Princey Boy” IX. You told me about the young girl sitting in the cemetery yesterday. X. Your love for purple lipstick & poetry.

My piece, “Your Body” will be featured in the...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 10:57:50 -0500

My piece, “Your Body” will be featured in the upcoming issue of Thistle. I am smiling from ear to ear right now.

"My mother told me that my fingertips are long enough touch the moon, but soft enough to catch the..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:34:51 -0500

“My mother told me that my fingertips are long enough touch the moon, but soft enough to catch the stardust.”

- Fragments, #10 (via sailingaugust)

"I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:26:49 -0500

“I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.”

- Woori (via petrichour)

I had a dream about my sister. She and I are not blood, but nevertheless, I was more than thrilled...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 21:16:00 -0500

I had a dream about my sister. She and I are not blood, but nevertheless, I was more than thrilled to say that I had a sister, but sadly it did not work out. In my dream, she and I reconnected and cried about the few years we missed out on. (I am sure this means something.)
I met yet another stranger on here who writes some of the most beautiful words, (M.K) and has allowed me to write to her love letters documenting the things I observe and I am very happy about that.
I am sorry that I haven’t been writing much. I seem to have the summer blues. Please do bare with me.

buildyoursunshine: Kinfolk Story: Oregon Coast Retreat I love...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 12:12:09 -0500

buildyoursunshine:

Kinfolk Story: Oregon Coast Retreat

I love this video. It’s so perfect.

weissewiese: Amy Lawless via fleurishes

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 09:34:32 -0500

weissewiese:

Amy Lawless

via fleurishes

"Don’t ask me about his lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a..."

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 23:56:38 -0500

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Don’t ask me about his lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want him to make music of me.

Don’t ask me about his hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide thick down his legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.

Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when he looks at me. The way my palms itch for his bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way he comes to me.

How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.”

”

- His Lips, Clementine von Radics (via weaverofstars)

sailingaugust: I have indeed succumbed to finally creating a Goodreads account. Please do add me if...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 19:53:36 -0500

sailingaugust:

I have indeed succumbed to finally creating a Goodreads account. Please do add me if you have an account. I’ve been in such a reader’s slump lately and I hope being inspired by new and wonderful books and the sweet summertime will inspire my devour of books again.

Summertime thoughts: Re-reading The Golden Compass, which is a childhood favorite of mine. With the...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:20:41 -0500

Summertime thoughts:

Re-reading The Golden Compass, which is a childhood favorite of mine.
With the season providing extra sweet fruits, the daily fruit smoothies are even sweeter.
I wrote a letter to a stranger and I am contemplating whether or not to leave it and a few others around New York City.
I miss you.

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:54:28 -0500

I have indeed succumbed to finally creating a Goodreads account. Please do add me if you have an...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 23:13:16 -0500

I have indeed succumbed to finally creating a Goodreads account. Please do add me if you have an account. I’ve been in such a reader’s slump lately and I hope being inspired by new and wonderful books and the sweet summertime will inspire my devour of books again.

forestmilk: John Lennon & Yoko Ono, London, 1969 by Linda...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 20:58:22 -0500

forestmilk:

John Lennon & Yoko Ono, London, 1969 by Linda McCartney