When you’re feeding birds and they start to get dominant
Take it! Take it all!
7| "I know you're the one. I could sleep around. I could have a million relationships that fail, but I think they would lead me to wanting a girl like you in the end. Someone smart, who has direction, who is modest and has a sensitive heart. Girls like you are very hard to come by." |
paralyzedpoet asked: What's your (current) muse? :)
Muse [myooz] noun.
2. Artist’s inspiration
The source of inspiration that stimulates an artist, especially a poet.
My foundation muses never fail to inspire me; Alan, Sex and the City, Jodi Picoult, nature, sunsets, clouds, the English language..
Lately, I have been inspired simply by the desired image I have of my life; yard sales and flowered patterns, SLR cameras, New York, yoga classes and a busy career, indoor plants and beaches at sunset. Travelling the world. The clean taste of inspiration, of maturity.
Thank you for asking!
<3
Seeing ex-boyfriends is a slippery slope.
Saw about four in the past week. Hmm.
Somewhat connected to my last post.
Dreaming, dreaming, they always tell us to never stop dreaming.
I am dreaming of road trips, flights to exotic locations, and those closer to home. I am dreaming of sights that will take my breath away, that will make me wish that my camera lens was bigger, that my eyes were wider, that I could capture the salt in the air and keep it with me forever. I want to realise that I don’t have any money left, and to have to work for a week or two at a window-less pub, or a cafe smelling of incense and cigarette. I want to swim in waters icy cold, as clear as a cloudless sky, find shells washed up on secluded beaches, I want to feel a different breeze rush through my hair, I want to meet someone foreign. I want to watch the sun set in a different direction, and I want to wake up somewhere other than my bed.
I want I want I want…
I want everything, all of this, these adventures…
And I want it with you.
So don’t call me young, immature, naive, irresponsible, selfish, poor or unrealistic.
For I am a dreamer.
I wish it was as easy as saying that. I wish things would just work out if we did. I wish we could elope and find new jobs and a place to stay.
I wish we could start our lives together now. I wish we could move away. Start afresh. Meet new people. Go on adventures and it’d be just you and me. No more tearful goodbyes, no weeks between seeing each other, no more loneliness. To be your wife and to wake up in your arms everyday is all I want and need.
Secretly, this is all I want.
He always arrives with smiles and never leaves without giving me flowers.
How to I cancel my gym membership?
(I know how to, I just don’t know what I should say!!)
I always feel awkward doing these sort of things.
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I want to travel.
But I only want to travel with him.
I make mistakes, and for that I am sorry.
I wish I could take things back, but what’s done is done. It doesn’t matter how many apologies I say, how many perfectly placed words I write, it will never erase the fact that I made a mistake. That I hurt the person I love.
But I’m human. I am young. I am alive.
And I will take this in my stride and keep on living, and loving, the best I can.
And hopefully, soon, I will get over it, instead of just getting through it, and I will learn from it, instead of trying to forget.
I’m okay. We’re okay.
And it feels good.
Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the Earth, again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet, day after day, alone.
Alan’s coming home for the weekend tonight, and my gift for him is finished.
