I too often feel invisible.
I’m getting there.
what else.. I’ve been kind of gone
figuring out what, out of what, I love, is worth it
if anything I believe is meaningful..
what’s going to work
knowing there are indefinite possible lives I could live, but there are things I can never change about myself. so which part is stone and which is scaffolding,
but is my cathedral by a river or on a hill? also
I don’t know
I’m going somewhere, I’m getting there

but the important thing here is that
they have a cat

but the important thing here is that

they have a cat

(Source: vintagegal, via dannielle)

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Friday, 18th April
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Friday, 18th April
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Thursday, 17th April
'The future has an ancient heart'

'The future has an ancient heart'

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Thursday, 17th April
If Someone Has DIed…

If Someone Has DIed…

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Wednesday, 16th April
Remington

Remington

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Tuesday, 15th April
<3

<3

I want to talk with you about passionbleeding colors, undefined.enharmonic, meaning different identities with the same tone.
I want to say that hearts are everythingthe heartbeat, a miracle frequency, one channel among others, within endless static. all timemeasured in pulsation.
and I remember she said that when the time was right she’d go out in the field with them and lead them to the riverwith a shotgun.
I want to talk to you about passion- this clinging thing, this red source, joy to the hurt.how for those moments,I loved you

I want to talk with you about passion
bleeding colors, undefined.
enharmonic, meaning different identities with the same tone.

I want to say that hearts are everything
the heartbeat, a miracle frequency, one channel among others,
within endless static. all time
measured in pulsation.

and I remember she said that when the time was right she’d go out in the field with them and lead them to the river
with a shotgun.

I want to talk to you about passion- this clinging thing,
this red source, joy to the hurt.
how for those moments,
I loved you

this is something I need: to sit on the shore with friends. backs to the earth, chests open to the horizon line.
driftwood.

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Friday, 11th April
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Thursday, 10th April

I had a thought
If I could go back in time
I’d wish to be with you when we were both young and unknowing,
to be with you whenever you felt most alone, whenever you cried. we wouldn’t have seen it, but I would be there
loving you

I had a thought
I wanted to be with you when you were hurt
and we would sit together until we were finished sobbing, and the moon would look beautiful again
to sit with the soul of pain
and not hassle it,
but stay there until it left. or if it hadn’t, wish it to change.
but maybe it stayed, and stayed the same, and the earth would turn anyway
but I had this thought

and I know
for those moments,
I loved you

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Wednesday, 9th April
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Monday, 7th April

I wake up thinking “love, love, love”.

no saints were there for me that day when I forgot your face, because your eyes lost the light I had seen when you told me all those lovely things. and in that night there was you and nothing there for me. sadness brayed but was not heard by the sky.

I go to sleep thinking how coyote teeth are designed to tear

and why I should think “love, love, love,” like ignorant stars;

when the light leaves them and never comes back.

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Monday, 7th April

you won’t see her at first, she’s sitting quietly against the wall over there
and inside her head it’s all a little dark. this heart is a cave’s lake. any touch ripples through the entirety of its pitch-black designs.

this girl is sitting quietly staring at her hands

wondering what had been wrong with them.
she’s fallen a few times

and they’ve been cut, and sore, turned numb. she’ll tuck them away so you can’t see. she won’t walk right now, she’s hoping someone will care to come sit with her.

invisibly hoping for the love she has always wanted

but has never seemed to arrive

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Sunday, 6th April