they think that they can take something from us which can not be taken just lost Continue reading
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and yet you try
no matter how hard you try you will hurt people you will offend your existence your being will affect you will touch the edges your fervent overbearing proximity will create friction you will want to hold tight bury the flames instead you will smother them extinguish their strength if you are lucky you will make … Continue reading
Hindsight
It has been seven years since I started this blog. That is one heartache, two cities, seven houses and countless friendships since a lonely seventeen year old took to her keyboard. I haven’t been a good blogger, it’s safe to say this isn’t my calling. I am too flighty, too distracted to be a consistent … Continue reading
Landlocked
I am Ariel With the prickly feet Except it’s not walking It’s talking So tread gently please Continue reading
A Bloody Mess
I think something’s askew because my heart blood isn’t going to any of the right places it is all over you and I am left bleeding whilst you leave me wiping up love with a kleenex Continue reading
Girls
Do not punish your stomach for waging war with your waistband. Admire it’s gusto, It will not be contorted to your whims. It is boundless and purposeful Sustaining you despite your disgust. Squish it And try your best to give it love. See the beauty in where you belong, In your hairy lumpy home. … Continue reading
PCOS
In 2012 I wrote a blog post about my PCOS. I have just read it back and honestly I want to punch my seventeen year old self in the face. I was so self pitying. I mean Christ. I think I actually called PCOS “a beast of a disease” and went on to describe “my … Continue reading
Malibu
I am falling from feet to floor – flat I am holding the nectar and stroking the ground Maybe it is that my mind is the size of a coconut I can’t count Can’t count the ways I have crashed because it is too far and too hard to speak Too hard when my face … Continue reading
Vodka
he is holding me up to the skies so that when I fall I fly he is holding me hard so I bruise teaching me that loving is tougher than I knew he is holding me right at the waist never did much like looking at my face he is holding me up to the … Continue reading
Let’s talk: body hair
When I was about 9 years old I used nail clippers to trim the hair on my upper lip so that the kids in my class would stop calling me Hitler, it was all I could find, it hurt but it was better than being ugly. When I was 11 I used a cream on … Continue reading
and then there was Wednesday 