Freely written memory
I had such luck
Last year
Escaped widowhood by the skin
Of my spade-shaped teeth
Retreated to a freely-offered room
A fortress,
To hear myself echo and hide
Hide hide
From death
So quietly
I could barely breathe…
the weather of samsara
The DIY Couturier: 21 Tips to Keep Your Shit Together When You're Depressed.
A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.
I’ve had depression for as long as I can…
When I was in the seventh grade I wrote an 80-page long fantasy story about a half witch girl who rescued a baby dragon and she got a bunch of help from tree nymphs and my mom came to look at my story one day and confused “nymph” with “nympho” and was like “oh my god Livia why are you writing porn!?”.
“ I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts. Andrea Gibson (via ruefle)
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts. Andrea Gibson (via ruefle)
(Source: heart-ofastallion, via ruefle)
Tachycardia
why are humans so numb
to the death
of birds and squirrels?
i almost hit two
on my drive home
and smiled.
i would much rather animate a world
in which
my veins
are so tightly interwoven with the
heartbeat of corporeality
that every dejected leaf
cast down from it’s chassis
evokes a frown.
all that matters now
is this deep well of thankful
water. i drink up.
Undressed Skeleton: Minestrone Soup Spin-Off With: Sweet Potatoes, Black Beans, and Edamame!
I did not expect this post to make me feel so hungry…
This is going to be a very fast post without all the extra chit-chat about my day. I am super tired, but promised a lot of you to have the recipe up tonight. So here it is!
A couple months ago, I made a minestrone soup. I fell in love with everything about it. I love the taste, the…
