why i love quotes

“She likes being around other people; she just isn’t particularly comfortable talking to them. She supposes that she is some variety of voyeur, enjoying the spectacle, breathing in the atmosphere, while experiencing uneasiness when asked to become part of it. None of this makes her unhappy. The life of a wallflower, she often thinks, is not such a terrible life."

- Whitney Otto, A Collection of Beauties at the Height of Their Popularity: A Novel

this is so me.

baby sister

welcome to the world, sweet pea.
i'll write you a poem, just not right now.

"anything other than yes is no, anything other than stay is go"

i love you he says,
a bouquet.

i love you, too.
a mouthful of thorns.

sunday mornings

"I felt this awful obligation to be charming
or at least have something to say,
and the pressure of having to be charming (or merely verbal)
incapacitates me."
-Peter Cameron

(I found this quote on Erika's blog ChambanaChik. She's a lovely writer)

I feel this way. A lot, especially lately, and I don't know why. There's a part of me locked away inside myself, and the key isn't hidden in a patch of rosethorns, but it's here, right under my tongue. It's being trapped inside yourself. It's the comfort and constraints of a bone prison. It is the discomfort of suddenly forgetting the shape of you, of becoming too small for yourself.

And the girl you are locking away sleeps in a pit in your stomach and curls painfully against the soft pink of you. And you are thinking about everything in the world she deserves, everything in the world you deserve, and the thoughts make you want to crawl backwards into the earth, but you can't. And you want to cry, but you don't.

The days fold themselves into a ball and lodge themselves in your throat.
You don't sing. If you were sure God could hear you, you would, but you're not.
You swallow your songs.
You're too afraid of choking.

goodnight moon

if you walk outside
during the last quarter of the night
you can hear the moon slowly
forgetting the shape of the sky.

the night is not
so dramatic as it sounds

tonight there is nothing
but the night and her
deep promise.

"it's like you're homesick for a place that doesn't even exist"

i have been homesick lately;

wistful for a place just out of

eye's reach...