Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Don’t fall in love
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They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being. “There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.””
loveing
“When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.”
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
Moving out!
I'm moving out, it's real, it's happening, I was siting at a coffee shop on Saturna island thinking about what I'm going to do this summer, and the girl that owns that coffee shop yelled upstairs' "Sarah you wan't a job?' I replayed with "yup!" ran down stares she was sere us, she asked me if I had somewhere to live on the island, I sad "no not yet" so she called her friend who had a cute little cabin for rent, for just 250$ a month witch is great! I feel so incredibly alive right now, this is amazing, I'm in love with life
again <3
Friday, 17 May 2013
I get this amazing flying free happy floating feeling deep down in my belly, every time I look at a Tipi
I'm thinking about buying one and living in it for the summer, I think it would be the most amazing magical experience I could ever have, but there's still that fear of doing something "weird" when everyone tells you your crazy and you can't do it, I fell a lot of pressure to not fail, and that makes me terrified, but I guess I'll prove you wrong Mother, family, Grandma, stranger with a disapproving look, of a little girl living alone in the forest, but after all that, what are your guy's thoughts on that, practical or just a magical dream like fairy tale.
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