the creation of a confectionary giant.

where i am with my thoughts, and they are
neatly placed beside me.

today, i am within a world of thoughts

today, there is a terrible amount of wind.

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well, we both felt it was time to move on, and so we are. eventually, we will say goodbye to Colorado. you’re beautiful, but you are not for us.

you never know when it starts (until there’s fog inside the glass around your summer heart)

every so often, my heart has a way of telling me, in the most polite (but painful) way, with much thought and consideration, that it’s time to move on. i always abide, sometimes later than i would have liked to, but i take pride in that my heart and i are still in tune. this “moving on” is always the “hardest thing i’ve ever had to do”. things always get better, the heart always heals.

i’m almost always unsure of exactly what i need to move on from, so i begin this process. similar to a monarch—i take some time alone, and i begin to recreate myself. i figure out what i want, what i don’t want, and why on Earth i’m not accomplishing those things. then i wake up one day, completely reborn, and i flutter off somewhere new.

i’m always in denial (in the beginning). i’m always scared out of my wits (when i realize what i have to do). i’m always in this cycle of being absolutely in love with life (once i finally break loose of the cocoon).

well, it’s about time i get there.

some days, my thoughts are clear. precisely outlined and colored from within the lines.

today, my brain is with the wind…

a heavy heart,
how it aches and
drops—a swelling tide.

how it sways back, forth. into and out of
the sweetest,
the saddest.

I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship.

You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make…

jhnmyr:

You are not slick.

(i miss the ocean, all the trees and flowers. i miss home.)

i know it’s been a while. i really don’t know why it’s taking me so long to accept it.

grabbing coffee, lunch dates for spring rolls. serious talks. your laugh. how you despised mariah carey (but shared a love for almost everything else…except country). i miss all of that. there were a lot of things left unsaid.

i am reminded today of how grateful i am to have my a wonderful mother in my life, but am missing a woman who molded me in ways that only a mom can. the kind of imprint you left on me will never fade; if there’s nothing else i’ll accomplish in life, i promise to make you proud one day.

-sylvia plath

-kahlil gibran

hits close to home, but still - i will never really understand.

materialjunkiie:

iknow this will sound bad;;however, iwould murder ppl if it werent for prison and horrible amounts of guilt. thats all.

<3

i’ve been “blogging” for 10 years. opendiary, livejournal and shittily self-designed shake-and-bake website hosts were shoulders through puberty (can we even call it that?), and i literally wouldn’t be where i am now without these forms of expression. it’s crazy to think about.

it’s an on and off affair; you only post in one of two extremes, most dealing with love (in abundance or sudden lack thereof).

i promise not to delete you, new-found tumblr, even when i am disgusted in reading back on previous years’ notes.

wanna see what i’m talking about? angelfire.com/un/availing

i know, i know.

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