#wefragilehumans

[ohconstellate]

I told my mother I was fine. It wasn’t a lie, I was damn fine, with the legs, the hair, the eyes, I was a forest fire.

A. Davida Jane, “Nothing Red,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review

[beholdingslut]

I told my mother I was fine. It wasn’t a lie, I was damn fine, with the legs, the hair, the eyes, I was a forest fire.

A. Davida Jane, excerpt of “Nothing Red”

[beholdingslut]

what are those words from in your photoset for mad max?

Oh, they’re the final stanza from a poem called “POSTCARDS FROM THE APOCALYPSE”  by the poet mentioned, wefragilehumans / a. davida jane, except she hasn’t actually posted it yet.

[nickandros]

voyage, lineage & yearbook

Voyage: What are your writing goals for this year?

to write more. to complete something. to get back into writing my own original pieces and write more prose.

Lineage: Which writers have affected your craft?

i feel like donna tartt has affected the way i approach things aesthetically, and maggie stiefvater has affected the structure of my writing. but in general, being on tumblr has improved it dramatically

Yearbook: Five writer friends (or contemporary writers) you’d recommend?

darshana suresh

madeleine c

patrick ness

a. davida jane

h.c.r.

ask

[beholdingslut]

Now look at the roses, aren't they lovely? 

Now look at me. What do you see? ( x )

[beholdingslut]

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asteriads asked 'UR FAV OF MY POEMS... WHICHEVER ONE THAT CURRENTLY IS.' 

and so here we have me reading 'a ten on the richter scale,' which is currently more favourite because of that first stanza. it lays me low.