imagine yourself belly up and shivering this is the thing you hate the most— vulnerability light shifting and reshifting and razoring the skin this is the thing you need the most– weak, trembling thank god for this earth, this dirt, this grounding of palm and grass because you are spinning and spinning and remember when…
What I remember most, is that she was an endless golden hour. alive, (in love) always fleeting.
Love is not messy–
I use to think that, but I don’t feel it’s accurate any longer. Love (fistful of forevers, shoved inside your mouth, open up open up more more more love) is simple and flawed and everything it should be but it’s not so messy. Relationships are messy, expectations are messy, the aftermath of unfulfilled promises are…
i forgot how much i liked sitting in coffee shops
there’s a constant humdrum of life that spills in and out and all around. i like eavesdropping on elderly women gossiping about their family and teenagers giggling at their cellphones with each other. i like hearing the baristas talk about their lives, and the wedding (i am very excited about this wedding for these two…
Marjorie thinks that ghosts can be broken down into science
something about layers being too thin and when we see them, it just means that we the living have thinner layers. I wonder if that means that if you see them, you are closer to dying that those who cannot? marjorie understands that sometimes i need to be alone for awhile but that i love…
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