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I’ve forgotten how to write and it feels as if I have forgotten how to breathe.
Good for you. Learn to spell.
Defenestrations: An Introspection Reflection with a Southern Inflection
My 15-year-old self walked into the café yesterday
And ordered a raspberry white mocha, no whip
“It’s my favorite,”
she confessed, softly.
“I know,”
I smiled,
And she was not confused by that.
Instead she took a seat
At the table in the corner —
The one all loitering writers crave
Because…
Reflection
Some days I want to dye my hair blue,
Run away and forget that I knew you,
All December I’ll dance in the rain,
And I’ll forget the meaning of vain.
(Source: imabookglutton, via whispering-literature)
(via whispering-literature)
Do not control me. Do not put a box on what you think I can do.
Just because I am small it does not make you better. Just because I am innocent does not make me an idiot. Just because I am nice does not make me easy.
I am the tiger.


