i wish i was the size of an acorn

each summer has a different taste 

im so thankful anne carson wrote “i can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape.” today a year ago, today 5 years ago, i can feel that day but i can also taste it and smell it and roll it in my hands , its contortions and distinct shape. 

jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!

you're just mad that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn't

being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home