i think i might secretly be laura marling

or at least her soul sister

don't hold yourself like that
you'll hurt your knees
i kissed your mouth and back
that's all i need
don't build your world around
volcanoes melt you down

and what i am to you is not real
what i am to you you do not need
what i am to you is not what you mean to me
you give me miles and miles of mountains
and i'll ask for the sea

don't throw yourself like that
in front of me
you kissed my mouth, your back
is that all you need?
don't drag my love around
volcanoes melt me down

what i am to you is not real
what i am to you you do not need
what i am to you is not what you mean to me
you give me miles and miles of mountains
and i'll ask

for what i give to you is just what i'm going through
this nothing new, no no, just another phase of finding
what i really need
is what makes me bleed
but like a new disease, she's still too young to treat
volcanoes melt you down
she's still too young
she's still too young
what i am to you
you do not need
is not real

i kissed your mouth
you do not need me

the big one - nine

today marks the day that i can officially buy cigarettes and rolling papers. i have hit the big times, let me tell you.

september 28, 2011 for me included:

-MY VERY OWN MACBOOK (!!!!)
-my favorite breakfast of norwegian waffles
-the purchasing of the first purse i have ever owned
-cheesy cards from my grandparents
-48 or so impersonal internet hbd greetings
-frozen custard (fuck lactose intolerance)


i am a spoiled fiend. thanks, everybody.

all is within (i wrote this months ago)

awareness ->choice -> freedom 

i want to be the canvas for      stories,      secrets,      terrors,      beauties
gloriously painted in truth's                                                              
                                       colors

um, hi

i am about as poetic as a dirty sock lately
everything seems slow and a little out of reach
i am turning 19 in a few hours
birthdays don't mean shit,
but it's good justification to do whatever the fuck i want.
i'm feeling profane,too.
i miss my best friend,
indescribably.
look for me in the october SLUG,
i'm about to be published.
that's pretty cool.

advice given to me:

SPEAK FORWARD.

trying
trying
trying.

i feel sort of stiff,

physically and the other way too
like maybe i need to do river yoga
like maybe i am dwelling on things that don't serve me
like maybe i am talking shit on a pretty sunset

some permanence

infinity

protection 

family