Girls

[ID: A poem written by Denise Levertov, titled “For the New Year, 1981”. The body reads, “I have a small grain of hope- / one small crystal that gleams / clear colors out of transparency. / I need more. / I break off a fragment / to send you. / Please take / this grain of a grain of hope / so that mine won’t shrink / Please share your fragment / so that yours will grow. / Only so, by division, / will hope increase, / like a clump of irises, which will cease to flower / unless you distribute / the clustered roots, unlikely source- / clumsy and earth-covered- / of grace.” End ID.]

we popping the BIGGEST bottles when makorra happens tomorrow

We popping the BIGGEST bottles when the 10th ANNIVERSARY OF KORRASAMI happens tomorrow!

[ID: I’ll call you darling, hold you tight. /END ID.]

i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

…mirandy (and seremily too lbr)