#megretson

[faefriend]

The number of anons you have that talk about crushes makes me a bit sad, like all these people who won't tell the person they like that they like them.

me too

if you like someone you should tell them!!

seriously, as an act of self-preservation, tell people the truth and see what happens. trust me on this

[adhdheather]

i just realized that on Meg’s fb im in both her profile picture and her page pic thing that I can’t remember what it’s called atm and this is a slightly startling fact

[adhdheather]

quality selfies of me (all taken w/i the past month or so??all at dif times) ft bellal, meg, and joe

[faefriend]

You are backing a backpack to leave home. You have a bit of time to plan. You don't know how long you're going to be gone, and assume that the basics are taken care of, like food and general clothing. What do you bring and where are you going?

i've thought about this a lot?? like, not because of this question, but this is just something i think about a lot..like, what's most important to me, what carries the most value

my ballet slippers, my ipod, my squishy cat pillow, my glass snail, my journal, my locket, an extra journal for when i run out of space in the first one, all my money (which is like six dollars at the moment), my phone / charger, my totoro wallet, my meds, my blue pen, my copy of crush, all the letters people have ever sent me, my tiny heart knife, the guitar pick chad raines gave me, i think that's everything that i've thought out before. probably more things. i would probably panic and bring like, my graphing calculator, just because i wouldn't know what to do, like maybe it'd be important eventually

i'd probably be going to DC? and then from DC to new york...because, why not

[faefriend]

a love letter to dawn:

you don't sting. every morning you are my favorite sunrise and you know this and you are angry sometimes because in what world is my own ending something i hold so dearly, what fairness is that. [this is not a fairness.] some mornings i leave the moon hanging in the sky as a love note on a scrap of paper, the kind where the graphite wears off so you can't read what it says anymore, craters that once held braille. it's not about the words on the note, love, it's not about what it says. i just like pinning reminders of myself to your sky.

i wouldn't give up on you. you see me when i slip off every morning, weary, and i always wait for you to edge across the horizon before i fall back again. you know how it goes, how it always is. i will live for the mornings when my stars postmark your skies.

i haven't reached your point of exhaustion; i hold fondness for this world, the hollow nights, the empty and wanting small hours, the streets half-full of early, sleepy sun. i am so tired but i am still in love. it's the far-fetched love, slipping apart a bit, but still there, still graphite on my fingertips where i have written you letters on the pavement, in the destruction of what you shine on first. [you told me i was getting messy, too lenient with it all, and i told you this graphite was smudged constellations. you reminded me the sun was a star.]

of course, it's your choice, all of this is your choice. there's only one dusk after dawn leaves, and after that, i would be very forever, always leaking over nothing that would ever be lit-up again. so i would follow you, and i would follow you anyway, i love you more than, i love you most. we don't have to stay here.

but can we stay for a while, anyway? i'm so sorry, i know you're so tired. but please, i haven't given up on this world. i love it in spite. i love it in kindness. i love the alleys and the crooked streets and the orchards and the forests and the honeysuckle and the dark places that nobody knows, not even you, places light doesn't touch. i love the bottom of the oceans. i love where there are always fires burning. i love where nobody has seen the night, i love where you are always alive.

you don't sting. they don't know it yet, but i promise they hold an affection. you don't have to reciprocate, i know you're so tired. i will follow you anywhere. i love you more than, i love you most.

forever, dusk.

[faefriend]

well you are a delicate victorian snowflake

i will be dusk & u can be dawn

[faefriend]

megretson replied to your post: iiiiiiiim going to apply to be editor-...

This would be so perfect our school newspaper only talks about twitter trends and I’ve had enough

not the entire school, just mr viola's class, he's having us make a class paper for the rest of the year (???) and he sent out an email like "editor in chief needs to be trustworthy and motivational and capable and oversee and get final say on everything" and seeing as im not actually interested in /writing for/ the paper this seems way better. plus i get to be in charge of everything, so i can make it glittery if i want

[faefriend]

look at meg's hair..............................