in a dream.
you came to me in a dream last night, after weeks of nothing at all. i was second-guessing… on the verge of giving up. weakened by the silence and swallowed by emptiness. dream you says he misses me and his kisses taste like yours exactly.
dream me missed you too.
I love her and I love this movie! Such elegance. Such class.
Today is a good day. Class. Artists. Tattoo. Inspiring and being inspired. I like being around creative minds. It’s fuel for my soul.
If you chase two rabbits, you will not catch either one.
"He told me love don’t live here anymore"
i see the ghosts. they’re everywhere. the coffee shops. the street corners. in the eyes of the lovers and the heartbreakers. in the embraces of best friends. in the hopes of the honeymooners. i see the ghosts. mimicking our past’s happiness. mirroring our memories. they chase me down these city streets. begging me to stare. forcing me to remember.
i see the ghosts everywhere. the ghosts of me and you. i see the ghosts. do you?
i’m sitting at the library. bittersweet memories. to think, i’m ending this semester on the same note i began it, without you. and even knowing that i’ve survived, i still can’t put it all together in a way that makes sense. because i know what we have. and i can’t imagine ever letting it go. i can’t imagine giving it up. i can’t imagine letting anybody else have everything that i worked so hard for. so maybe i need to be more proactive… about everything.
overwhelmed. that’s been a prominent feeling in my life lately. emotionally. academically. personally. and any other “ally” you can think of. and i know that your mind mirrors mine, in a sense. and in the same sense that you quieted mine, i know i quiet yours. everything would be so much easier with you here next to me. procrastinating, still… but in the most productive sense.
but i realize i just don’t know how to. i don’t know how to do it alone. but maybe i need to. because maybe that’s what you need to see. that i’m still here. that despite everything, you are still worth it to me. that putting myself out there may leave me bruised and broken at the end of it all, but it’s the only way i can make it out of this. i don’t want to walk away. i don’t want to let you walk away. i want to follow you, step by step, so that every time you look over your shoulder you can still see me. relentless. because i know what i’m fighting for. i’m fighting for you. i’m fighting for us. and i’m fighting for every moment that i could never let go of.
when you put it that way… maybe fighting won’t be so difficult.
There is nothing in this world that does not have a decisive moment.
Come find me in the lavender umbrellas. #artschool #finals
The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and place and dance and live as only you can.
but how can you write about something you don’t know?
Love hard. Break hard. Just make it worth it.
a letter a day. because it’s the only way i know how. a letter a day until he forces it away… until he begs it to stop. a letter a day to prove i’m still in it. to prove he’s still worth it. to show him i know that we have what it takes. and that i love and believe hard enough for the both of us.
a letter a day until he’s so full of my words that he vomits vowels and metaphors.
an empty seat.
two months ago i sat in the same seat. same place, but a different place entirely. because i am not in the same place in my mind. it’s amazing what two months can do. the things that have changed, but the things that have remained the same.
imagine two years…
time feels almost supersonic. it will fly by before i have a chance to even notice it.
…and that scares me.