mooneyedandglowing
Some scars have no story, some
are staring at you & waiting
to be explained, some scars
are the car crash—the accident.
Tonight the universe told me
slow down or you’ll hurt yourself.
It said it when I got up too quickly
& then somehow I was falling & then
my side was bleeding, skin like
a lottery ticket someone took
a quarter to but lost everything.
A new story is a new scar. I think
that’s what I’m trying to tell you.
I’m trying to tell you how easy it is
for me to hurt me. Nothing tearing
things apart but my own heart playing
some sandpaper serenade, nothing
but myself vicious against my ribs.
passade
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
e.e. cummings (via serialchillers)
||The sun was setting in the west
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The drums do beat and the wars do alarm
My captain calls, and I must obey
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms
For it’s early in the morning, I’ll be far, far away. || #novascotia #bayoffundy #cheverie #farewelltonovascotia #home

||The sun was setting in the west
The birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me

Farewell to Nova Scotia, the seabound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the brimy ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

The drums do beat and the wars do alarm
My captain calls, and I must obey
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia’s charms
For it’s early in the morning, I’ll be far, far away. || #novascotia #bayoffundy #cheverie #farewelltonovascotia #home

|| the heat of fire. Sparks rising in the air. The background lull of the incoming tide. The voices of my family. My wee niece eating rocks. Licking s’mores off my fingers. Leaning my head back to see a field of stars that is more than my eyes and heart and brain can even take in.  Second last night here. Soaking in every last second and saying thank you ||

|| the heat of fire. Sparks rising in the air. The background lull of the incoming tide. The voices of my family. My wee niece eating rocks. Licking s’mores off my fingers. Leaning my head back to see a field of stars that is more than my eyes and heart and brain can even take in. Second last night here. Soaking in every last second and saying thank you ||

grammatolatry
When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon   (via morozovaaleksander)