poem eleven

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
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

dear diary

If my heart had a face it would be smiling.

Haven't felt this way in a long time and it is exciting.



this boy is going to NZ, the only place that stocks peanut butter whittaker's chocolate.
Rachel asks him to bring back some for us. he requests in turn that he gets a date out of it with me.

fuck yeah I'm getting chocolate and a date what a smooth rider.

I got baptised fuck yeah

I own these shoes I love them w/ all my heart!

Chambray. Boxed Water. Brands. Platforms. Piercings. Happiness. Ugly Hairstyles. Bunnies. MacBook. White Love. Succulents. Lotus Flower. Windsor Smith. Jellies. Big Tee's w/ Text. New Rihanna. No Doubt. Doing Things; Getting Things Done. 90s Stylin. Finger Tattoos. Black Nail Polish. Pastel Hair. Alexa, Always.

A few things that I've stumbled across and love. Images via tumblr.