half-brained

danica, she/her • goal in life is to become a tree • welcome to my random thoughts and poetry

[happyheidi]

[merely-a-fool]

someday soon i will know a lot more than I used to and my hair will be long.

[zegalba]

Italian artist Lorenzo Quinn created a gigantic pair of hands reaching out of Venice’s Grand Canal (2017)

[07242024-deactivated20240725]

me and the small comfort i pulled by marveling at the ordinary joys in life

[oldpaintings]

Walter Linsley Meegan (English, 1859–1944)

[ashstfu]

unbrushed hair and ugly outfit but in a sexy and mysterious way

[merely-a-fool]

looking back at old pictures is so simple but also it is enormous and it requires a willingness to feel a palpable ache for previous states. and a willingness to accept that my memories do deserve to be cherished and my experiences will be worthwhile both now and later.

[fravery]

[if-only-i-try]

how old are we? i think that we are old lovers by the sea, gathering hermit crabs in tidepools by our small but loving home

i think that our house is little and white and old and it breathes with the ocean spray

we are old sweethearts

the sun tans our wrinkled, soft skin

softer than when we were young

and our soft smiles blend into each other when we kiss

i think that you and me are childhood best friends who think the only option in the world would be to marry each other

we eat otter pops and jump on the trampoline and ride our bikes to the lake

i think that we are holding clammy hands in the hot sun and our parents are waiting at home with a bowl of watermelon

you and I do handstands under the water

and flop on our backs

and imagine our big lives in such little bodies

i think that we are 16 and breathless with red lips

i think that we have a coffee shop connection and we share one straw, not two

i think that our smooth hands are full of life and we are passing beauty to each other by being together

i think that we are 16 and alive, 16 and ready to move on, but still desperately clasping to the life-giving sun

as if it will burn out when we move on

how old are we?

I think that we are the earths surface and core.

That we are as old as the ocean and as new as the wind

how old are we? I think that we are the light from a star, we burned millions of years away And at this moment and at all of the other moments on all of the other planets

our aging soft skin blends leave the traces of our youth

our new smiles are our old and future smiles

How old are we?

I think that you and I are everything fresh and new and old and wrinkled and we cannot be defined in years

you and I are the everlasting moon

[merely-a-fool]

these are my night thoughts:

To think of you, to feel you

To think of feeling you.

your gift is just in existing.

I would like to say that I have much in mind

much to sweetly recollect

I would like to say that I am firm and sure

And that I know what I want from you.

What i want is indefinite, indescribable

Vague. I will know it when I feel it. I will know you.

For you, I become a creator. I will make something to love and then gift it to your name.

I will tack it up with your other perfections and gaze at them.

I will pin them above my bed and fall asleep with you in sight.

[jes68]

[detournementsmineurs]

“Seventeenth Century Lady” by William Merritt Chase, circa 1895.

[merely-a-fool]

it is my birthday tomorrow and I can't stop thinking about what that means. I used to think I would reach this age and never want to leave it but I don't feel ready to stop moving on I thought I would be perfect by now but im not so I'll give myself another year

[newtlesbian]

due to personal reasons im evil now

[wuntrum]

im neither an alive girl nor a dead girl but rather a secret third thing

[suzani]

rug seller in Iran, persian carpets.

[azurea]

I am lonely as a memory (by worteinbildern)

[vintageeveryday]

An exhausted young couple during an all-night jazz session at the Royal Albert Hall in London, 1957. Photographed by Erich Auerbach.