bright side.

“do you ever feel like a stupid, little human?”
“yes. everyday. but at least we are old enough to buy beer.”

imitations.

it’s getting hard to tell what’s real these days.

meduzot

“a ship inside a bottle cannot sink
or collect dust.
it’s nice to look at
and floats on glass.
no one is small enough to board it.
it doesn’t know where it’s heading.
the wind outside won’t blow it’s sails.
it has no sails.
only a slip, a dress
and beneath them, jellyfish.
her mouth is dry though she’s surrounded by water.
she drinks it through the openings in her eyes
which never close.
when she dies, it won’t be noticeable.
she won’t crash on rocks.
she will remain tall and proud.
if you didn’t kiss her on your way out
my love, if you can
kiss me when you return.”

pity party.

i want to ride my bike and make oragami and bake cookies and go dancing.

i do not want to study.

bag in the wind.

“it was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. and this bag was, like, dancing with me. like a little kid begging me to play with it. for fifteen minutes. and that’s the day i knew there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. video’s a poor excuse, i know. but it helps me remember. and I need to remember. sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world i feel like i can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”

american beauty

nomz.

reese’s puffs cereal and root beer make for the best potlucks.

i wonder too.

“sometimes i wonder if i’m waking up to something or dying to something.”

gold.

i’ve been chasing the sun but i’m gaining no ground.
it’s too far away and will never be found.
it’s too far away and will never be found

even now.

‘to love at all is to be vulnerable. love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.’ -c.s lewis

crooked souls trying to stay up straight.

the shadow proves the sunshine.