Observe. I have never been a logical person. I feel before I think picking at old wounds, pulling at loose threads. But I am always watching myself do it, at least and this, I'm told, is how science works. Question. Is it possible to become something you are not, if you want it badly enough? Hypot...Read more

my childhood home has a swingset, a hammer and a yellow slide we attached with patience and stubborn love. I held the nails while my dad worked and for the first time, felt what it meant to be useful. in spring, the daffodils bloomed along the fence and in summer, the fireflies collected in the gard...Read more

the petals curl and brown at the edges, then rot all the way through. I can't help but tend to this graveyard of flowers. you can know something is dead and keep watering it anyway. you can know something is over and still not be able to leave. I have always done too much. I have always held too ti...Read more

it's about time i build myself a container of rest

I am crying on my kitchen floor because the batter of a cake I would have given you has separated. I know it is just butter and sugar and eggs but that is not the only reason I am crying.

childhood friends to lovers boy next door "I didn't know where else to go" give me a slow burn where he falls first give me the one who stays the one where I know the ending and I ache for it anyways

I still have everything you gave me tucked into boxes in the dark of my closet. I keep your sweatshirt in my drawer though I never wear it. I have yet to delete the note on my phone with all your favorite things. I still have that photo on the fridge and the tightness in my chest. the way I still fl...Read more

we used to say there was a ghost who lived in the old rehearsal room at the end of the basement hall I sometimes wonder if she ever grew tired of the music or if that was exactly why she stayed

grief follows me like a dog not mine, not chosen yet I cannot seem to escape it. it has been with me longer than most heavy, quiet, and warm the way all faithful things are, sleeping at the foot of everything I love. some mornings it follows me to the door. others, I notice its absence the way you...Read more

don't be fooled by the clear skies, the rain is coming. I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd like some company to weather my storm.

most stars aren't alone. they form in clusters from the same darkness, the same collapsing cloud of gas and dust. they say when stars get close they begin to orbit one another. as if gravity is just fate in disguise. I believe it. you say my name and I forget for a moment what I am for. and now it...Read more

My closet is full of borrowed personalities. This one’s a bit big, that one too tight around my throat. Maybe if I wear it enough I will shrink to fit. Do you like this one? I think it makes me look more interesting. Maybe this humor could hide how desperately I check my phone for your texts. Doe...Read more

denim day today 💙 you are seen, you are heard, and you are not alone. tw: sa ------------------------------- what just happened what to do when someone kisses you his instagram is it normal to feel nothing is it normal to feel everything his instagram (again) definition of sexual assault wha...Read more

i remember when the days collected like standing water and the fog clouded my eyes and my friends asked how to help. i didn't know. i only felt the need to drive to the beach and feel the sand under my toes.

the curtain rises like dawn and the house dims soft as a sunset sky. fingers reach for keys feet find their marks and the silence waits like held breath. then a world assembles itself from nothing but light and nerves, bright smiles steady voices brave hearts. and just like that the show is done, ...Read more