"All our favorite poets are dead"

Mary Oliver, “In Blackwater Woods”

pretty much my relationship in one photo

David Shrigley

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to

Charles Bukowski, "no leaders, please" (via sad-plath)

July 2013
Hope crawled in my corpse. You taught me how to inhale before stealing my breath away.

August 2013
I didn’t know how to swim in water. So I swam bedsheets instead. It is hard to forget you in the morning. When they leave and I am naked, without a blanket to hide under in.

September 2013
Got high and we painted the ocean until it kissed the sky. Stayed up the entire night, stayed up the entire morning.

It isn’t so bad. Being alive.

October 2013
My best friend told me not to play with fire. I got flames tattooed on the back of my hand and burned myself to the ground.

I am not Helen of Troy. But this a war story. It isn’t romantic. I am devastating only myself.

November 2013
Dusk swallowed nostalgia and impregnated my limbs. Write for better days to come.

December 2013
December is still the loneliest month. But I have learned to run with wolves. I am leaving you behind. I am finally letting him go.

January 2014
Sunburn peeling. Claw marks bleeding. Human skin has stories etched into every scar. They will heal. I am healing. What a beautiful battle I’ve become.

February 2014
Woke up and it no longer hurts, saying your name.

I’m okay.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | 4 Months To Forgive You: Israel, 2 Months To Finally Fight For Myself

Journal entries 2013-2014. (Part 1 here)

“He asked, "What are you looking for?"

I said:
I am looking for what exists
in the space between our fingertips.
There is an urge in me lust can not fix
and darling the thought of sleep
without your kiss to press
my lips is nauseating.
I am looking for the cure.”

“I was so used to
checking for monsters under my bed,
I never realized they were sleeping beside me.”

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Thought of the Day: One-Night Stands (via surfandwrite)

“I can’t un-know the monsters
but I can become the person
who would have saved
thirteen-year-old me.”

3/365, wesley king  (via batglitch)

Carl Sandburg, “Offering and Rebuff”