June 2013
I realized I always have a thousand different projects going on but sometimes I find it hard to finish them all. I’ll abandon one idea once I get a new one because it’s more exciting and fresh.
For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.
” —Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (via 5ft1)but i really need a true friend, somwhere out there, there is a handsome protector, a german shepherd, i yearn to have, so in turn he’ll have me and we can grow old together<3