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i'm 21 yrs old. i work as a writer/editor for a living. i love literature, sad songs and the sea. i drink a lot of rum and red, red wine.
Nada Surf, Wanderland 2013
Neon Trees, Wanderland 2013
Temper Trap, Wanderland 2013
euphoricspirit:

'Nature is a pretty thing, an evil thing, a strange thing; but a pretty thing. The way it changes, the way it moves, the way it breathes, it's pretty,really. and it's pretty how ignorant we can be towards it, how we think we can take take take and destroy and think it won't fight back, oh what a pretty little illusion'

HALP

if anyone wants to read my recently finished poetry portfolio i’m thinking of submitting for the fall season, leave me a note with and i’ll send it along! i’d love any input, about half of them were never workshopped in class so i’m a little insecure. plus some of it is the juicy shit that’s too personal for me to put on here. wink wink nudge nudge, etc etc.


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one of my favorites in nyc
“but even when sleeping you could feelhim travelling away from you in his dreamsso what did you want to do lovesplit his head open?you can’t make homes out of human beingssomeone should have already told you thatand if he wants to leavethen let him leaveyou are terrifyingand strange and beautifulsomething not everyone knows how to love.”
- warsan shire, for women who are ‘difficult’ to love

"you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."

Warsan Shire, “for women who are ‘difficult’ to love” (via 33113)
golden haze
Empire from Little Italy, Manhattan.
the city that never sleeps / with me