hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)
i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can’t believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)
please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don’t leave too soon.
(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)
you have been amazing. thank you.
hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)
i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can’t believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)
please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don’t leave too soon.
(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)
you have been amazing. thank you.
hi honeypies (i should probably reblog this again sometime)
i will not be blogging anymore. thank you so much for sharing this space with me since 2013. for encouraging me, inspiring me, surprising me. i have learned so much from you. this blog has exceeded my expectations. i still can’t believe i have written so many things in my second (but very dear) language. tumblr gave me so much comfort whenever i needed it. but now it is time for me to move on. and maybe come back some day. with a completely different agenda. :)
please remember that you matter. give yourself and this world a chance. and then another one. and then another one. don’t leave too soon.
(you can always reach me at the email in my description. or message me on here and let me know if you want us to be mutuals on some other social platform.)
you have been amazing. thank you.
Four Oranges by Ellsworth Kelly, 1966, Guggenheim Museum
Size: 57.3x72.5 cm
Medium: Graphite on paperSolomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York Purchased with funds contributed by Beatrice and Silas H. Rhodes, 1969 © Ellsworth Kelly
You do look a little ill.
But we can do something about that, now.
Can’t we.
The fact is you’re a shocking wreck.
Do you hear me.
You aren’t all alone.
And you could use some help today, packing in the
dark, boarding buses north, putting the seat back and
grinning with terror flowing over your legs through
your fingers and hair…
I was always waiting, always here.
Know anyone else who can say that.
My advice to you is think of her for what she is:
one more name cut in the scar of your tongue.
What was it you said, “To rather be harmed than
harm, is not abject.”
Please.
Can we be leaving now.
We like bus trips, remember. Together
we could watch these winter fields slip past, and
never care again,
think of it.
I don’t have to be anywhere.
(via whisperthatruns)
Hazel wind of dusk, I have lived so much.
I have notebooks everywhere I go. I’m always day dreaming. Or things that happen to me… It’s just about being alive, my songs. It’s about the voice carrying much more information than words do.
(via jeffbuckleyforever)
It doesn’t take two eyes to see you are
bent & sad as plywood left in the rain,
& me, I am
a field, a field, a field.
(via nemophilies)
(via seamusheaney)
Prairie Smoke (via USFWS Mountain-Prairie)
This native wildflower blooms in the spring and can be found on the Cornell Waterfowl Production Area in the Kulm Wetland Management District, North Dakota.
Photo Credit: Krista Lundgren/USFWS
(via dendroica)
The storm is over; too bad, I say.
At least storms are clear
about their dangerous intent.
Ordinary days are what I fear,
the sneaky speed
with which noon arrives, the sun
shining while […] a man
falls out of love.
Stephen Dunn, from “Ordinary Days,” Landscape at the End of the Century (
W. W. Norton Company,1992)
(via metaphorformetaphor)
I just felt something dull
like a small door being shut,
a door to someone else’s house.
(via metaphorformetaphor)
she is cherry-picked, you say / and i / i am picked from some different tree / with no flowers / standing alone / on a beach // she is cherry-picked, you say / and she has blues eyes just like the sky / and mine / mine are like two blackberries [so, you see, i am kind of fruity as well] // she is cherry-picked, you say / and her hair is the color of honey / and mine / mine is the color of roasted chestnuts // she is cherry-picked, you say / and i feel hurt / because when i look inside of me / when i look around me / when i look back / i cannot see / in the darkness / someone choosing me // but when i close my eyes i feel your hand gently clasping around my head // i am dreaming / and she […]