*sighs as I realize that the fact that this is technically nonfiction probably confirms my mental instability* Ice cream and the color purple. Those are melting between the lines, along with the nervous taste of yesterday's Gatorade and a sky that looks like it was washed with too much bleach, an ocean with waves that … Continue reading twix bars and paper crowns
*drains coffee cup* *eyes become very, very wide* *dives for broken office chair and hits shuffle* Salt And The Sea | The Lumineers Night so late it's nearly bleeding into sunrise, a trembling sort of exhaustion, the taste of wild freedom and soft anxiety that always comes when you're eight hours from home. The unfamiliar … Continue reading beginning to feel like home
It's been, for a lack of more original words, a hard year. And it feels good to write that, kind of in the same way it feels good to sit on the front porch steps in the moonlit darkness and rant to your half-asleep dog about the injustice of the world. But right now, it's … Continue reading inexplicable
You sit in the back seat of the truck, a book in your lap and two more tucked into the door, and warm sun comes through the window and makes a rectangle of yellow across the open page, and you think, this is alright. You inhale ink on paper, the almost uncomfortably intense light stretching … Continue reading diving board
Tonight, there is a quiet heartbeat offering rhythm to the stillness. One hand rests against the cold car window, illuminated by the occasional rush of passing headlights, and the emptiness is made less by the low hum of familiar voices from the front seat. Distant houses sit tucked between the hills like half-dying embers, the … Continue reading you were here
It’s June, there are spiderwebs in my hair, and tonight the sunset came fifteen seconds earlier than it did yesterday. The hourglass has been flipped, and the sand is trickling almost too quietly to be heard—just loud enough to remind us that something sacred is slipping slowly between our fingers. It’s June, and I let … Continue reading purple summer
If I started walking right now, I could make it to the end of the road long before sunrise. It would be so quiet, and I'd wander past familiar signs and sleepy houses and stand outside the empty gas station, just watching the silhouettes of cars as they whispered through the pale night. Or, I … Continue reading kitchen sink
(found things) *trembles with enough restless energy to power several solar systems* There's a certain kind of person that exists in this world—a sort of questionably half-mad artist, a human who writes and creates and exists as if their soul is bared wide open against the universe and there's nothing they can do about it. … Continue reading if you care to listen
Sometimes you just stand in your bedroom with the lights off and remember this very specific sandwich shop from two years ago that felt like the end of a feel-good summer movie, but that was on an island and there's nothing but darkness outside the window, so you wander to your laptop just to stare … Continue reading it’s spectacular
(credit) Jo: It’s midnight, and the room is a walking mess. Well, a sitting one-- did it matter? It was a mess, and that was that of it. Clothes are thrown about everywhere, papers are lying precariously on piles, waiting to fall to the floor and crumple beyond existence, and the time ticks ever closer … Continue reading sounds & silences
