In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

missing someone is crazy because you’ll have dreams that r like “we went on a nice walk together :)” and you’ll wake up feeling like you’re gonna throw up

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes

forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again

[remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] YOU should kill yourself

in the club asking the dj to play mary oliver reading wild geese

you should be writing sonnets at the club

the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string

everyone should always be memorising poems. being able to recite a poem is a fun way to make everyone around you roll their eyes.

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

every time i feel like i haven’t done enough things to be proud of myself during the day there’s the voice of louise glück that emerges softly in my ears and says if you missed a day there’s always the next and if you missed a year it didn’t matter the hills weren’t going anywhere the thyme and rosemary kept coming back.. and i feel like life is beautiful and kind to me again

i can’t wait to marry my soft, kind, big 6ft bearded man who says yes to everything i want

you could go back but there is nothing and no one waiting for you there. LOL

maybe if you bundled yourself up and went for a walk out in the cold then came back inside with rosy cheeks and cool skin and warmed yourself up with a nice warm cup of herbal tea with honey maybe then you'd calm down