we felt the imprisonment of being a girl
the way it made your mind active and dreamy
and how you ended up knowing which colors went together
we knew that the girls were our twins
that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins
and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all
we knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise
that they understood love and even death
and that our job was merely to create the noise
that seemed to fascinate them
-this week’s read
jeffrey eugenides, the virgin suicides
i dislike capital letters and bad grammar
i like wood grain and wooden canvases and the wooden sky
i like tan lines and doodling lines and i can memorize the lines of almost any song
i like floral print and my mother’s collection of orchids lined up on the ledge of our solarium
and i’m dead.
avett brothers + paul simon is a combination of two things i love very dearly. maybe if i was more internet-saavy, i would have known about this.
we’re workin’ our jobs, collect our pay
believe we’re gliding down the highway
when in fact we’re slip sliding away
i’m missing the mountains.
3 years and counting.
happy’s not the word, you make me free.
raised on promises
she couldn’t help thinking
there was a little more life
somewhere else.
after all it was a great big world
with lots of places to run to