30 day photo challenge, day 2: slouch
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30 day photo challenge, day 2: slouch
doing a 30 day photo challenge with a friend . low pressure art
day 1: wrinkles
Learn to swim II
this week has felt like a college, just a mash of a dozen things. i’ve never been one to just dive in.
water, smiles. (poem by z.a.)
From the top of the lifegaurd stand the world is
Pink skies and tan boys, is the
Water, smiles.
She sits next to me, my best friend. Fifteen.
Ice cream melts in friendship bracelets
Down our wrists.
“Did you know they say you can see
The Milky Way here? It’s, like, the only place
Left in the country.”
Soft. “Who’s they?” Beat. “My dad, I guess.”
I wipe my hand on the new sweatshirt.
Sticky. She considers this, watching the boys
Dive into the water a last time.
Dripping. “I wonder why.”
Fragments. “Light pollution.”
We speak in driftwood moments.
They strike empty pits in our stomachs
Like the last texts of the night.
Together. Not so.
Alone. “We have to be back.”
Down. “Almost dark anyway.”
The ghost crabs scatter at our ankles
In cell phone light.
Tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow we will see the Milky Way before
Sunrise.
today i am loving the sweet-hearted feelings given to me by Grumpy Magazine.
floating on air tonight. even though today was sad. thanks mimi.
I love plants more than I’ll ever love boys
Tiana and her first ever Ficus Lyrata, or Fiddle Leaf Fig
today i am loving fiddle leaf figs. recognized one in the grocery store and it made my dad laugh. “how did you know that’s what it was?” it’s a love affair. bought the one in the store, of course.
more music... shocker. like this song a lot.
an old thought in my phone
i love lone trees in the middle of watered fields, like a place where lovers might meet or siblings might hide. this one tree that no one ever had the heart to cut down, though the stalks won’t grow so high in the shade. there are a few that i remember specifically. i will miss them in the city. i never had my romance beneath a great tree, but i drew towards them with friends, for picnics and naps between classes. trees that you can’t wrap your arms around but you wish you could. trees that almost try to hug you back.
8,591 Likes, 11 Comments - Modern Baroque (@radioshead) on Instagram: “Bella Hadid, David by Michelangelo”
“Bella Hadid, David by Michelangelo” from @radioshead on instagram.
Made me feel thrown out of orbit today. that’s good sometimes.
the love interest of your early ‘70s sitcom just broke your heart. listen and sob if you must.
song of the day. jump around the room and maybe cry. maybe just shout.
11.25.18 thoughts.
wherever i live in that big someday, i need it to have that checkerboard tile in the kitchen, the black and white, the harsh, never quite clean. i want to lay on it and remember the kitchens of all of my friends, bella’s, where we slept in the morning until we had to leave for school, where i sat while she brushed her teeth. not my old kitchen, harsh light and dark in the morning, too clean, can’t touch anything. mom would never let me lay on the floor.
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music and feelings this morning. sweet angel, courtesy of the loves at messy
Well and If day on day Follows, and weary year On year... and ever days and years... Well?
Adelaide Crapsey, “Trapped”