pixie

i’ll never promise to love someone forever because at some point i always end up hating everyone i have loved. it’s such a fine line between the two. 

no one really knows this about me but i write a lot of prose not just poetry and i think a lot of it is pretty alright but i have no idea what to do with it or how to get it out into the world ? do prose collections exist ?? help ??

i hate my brain sometimes :,) worked so hard to get to place where this mf didn’t cloud my every thought and the second i get a happy new years message from them it all comes flooding back. this sucks balls

I will live long enough to let myself have my bedroom made of bookshelves. Long enough to see my lover lighting a candle by every window on a Sunday morning. I’ll open the sheer curtains hung in our bedroom and soak up the sunlight. On this day I will play a record on the record player placed lovingly beside a fireplace that is always crackling. I will slip on a dress that hangs at my ankles and comb my hair. On this day, I will step into the kitchen and kiss my love. We do not think about breakfast or the laundry, or the books we have yet to organise. We have each other. We have today. This, for us, is enough. 

There’s just something so special about girls and I don’t know how to describe it. Like when they wear necklaces and the charm sits on their collarbones, or when they tie their hair up and tilt their head back to catch it all, or when they pull their sleeves over their hands, or when they wear shirts that are too big, or when they’re doing their makeup and lean in to see themselves clearer in the mirror, or when they stop to smell candles in grocery stores, or when they smile at you right after they wake up. It all makes my heart melt. I’m telling you, women are magic.