amethyst wine

Friday, June 20, 2014

i'll be wearing sweaters and you'll be wearing sandals

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maybe you won't be able to sleep your first night away from the phantom pulse of my lips on yours. maybe you'll double-take at a...
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Thursday, June 5, 2014

it's spun glass

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he put my mom's vacuum together and kissed my forehead before he left for work. i'm excellent at goodbyes but that doesn't me...
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Sunday, May 18, 2014

dear: sydni 16

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keep walking, keep walking. no one looks if you walk fast enough and your hair blocks your face. just keep walking.  but i know your ey...
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Sunday, May 11, 2014

i remember

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i remember watching 500 days of summer four times in two days, half of those with wilson. i remember my first time babysitting past midnight...
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Thursday, May 8, 2014

grey picture frames and slivers

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years of science class, and i'm just now realizing it's only light for half the day. i'm exhausted from trying to lock cheap dra...
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Monday, May 5, 2014

the light at three a.m.

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i'm sitting where i'll sit when you leave, by a tree you've never noticed on grass you may have set foot on, but not with me (so...
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

something about flowers:

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daisies where we met, daffodils for kisses. roses for december, peonies for fall. (peonies die in the summer.) sometimes i'm sorry...
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Sunday, April 27, 2014

welcome.

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i've been making a list of things i'll never get over and it's getting long because i'm bad at erasing. i cleaned out my roo...
Tuesday, April 15, 2014

for my moon, again

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your words, somehow so warm, and your mouth, somehow so sweet, my knuckles, white on the wheel -- i'm sure you don't know i cr...
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Thursday, April 10, 2014

\\\\\\\\\

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i have so many words twisting in my brain and they're all the same even though they feel so different and the words are about chapstick ...
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Monday, March 31, 2014

inky skies and midnight divulgences

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my moon.  my lovely moon.  i dreamed you called me shooting star, and thought you meant i glow across your black night. i dream...
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Sunday, March 30, 2014

to: my moon and my clouds, but mostly my sun

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my cold wet hair can't chill me neither can my open window. my blankets are on the floor. i don't need them anymore. i gave my...
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