31.3.11

ocean child.

i'm not comfortable in my skin.
this pale, itchy afghan that hangs awkwardly across my delicate bones
..those fairy-dusted branches..
like wispy drapes weighed down with ashes.

opal seashell stacks make staircases up my back.
inside their hollows, ghosts whisper, making waves with their lips.
maybe if you listen carefully, swollen breaths tight in your chests,
you may hear the ocean calling for its child.

the one with the pools of cracked ice;
almond skin ribbons; lobster claw lips; flushed cheeks; fish bones.
the one with waves under her surface; a hidden tsunami.
the one with wild dreams and a fluttering dolphin heart.

28.3.11

sweet cheeks.

(i am quite behind on this. i apologize.)



1. I almost always have a book in hand.


2. I have an unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter.


3. Bad boys are one of my weaknesses.


4. Sometimes I wish I lived in a scary movie.


5. I wish to be a writer when I grow up.


6. One day, I will go to Hogwarts.
(I keep hoping my letter with green writing will arrive by owl any day now.)


7. I desperately want to dye my hair pomegranate red.

24.3.11

quote of the day.


"Maybe he won't notice me if I stand still. That's how rabbits survive; they freeze in the presence of predators."

Speak: Laurie Halse Anderson.
(i adore this book.)

19.3.11

darling, i wish you were here.





















but i'll never tell. not a living soul. not even you.
(even if i wish i could.)