it’s been a minute
tfw you have spent way too much money in one day on products to hide your insecurities and are now even more ashamed of yourself than you were before but you have red hair again so whatever 🦑
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good morning, it’s spring, the flowers are here, and I just had the best dirty chai of my life 🌸
Famous When Dead aka F.W.D. aka FWDead (British, b. Stoke on Trent, Staffordshire, England) - House On Fire, 2016 Paintings: Acrylics on Wood
im not sure when I chose poetry or poetry chose me but I can say that it’s always there. from scribbling out middle school cloudy feelings to trying to preserve minutes or seconds or days by trying to word paint them. these have been a few of my closest comforts lately, among many, and I hope they can mean something to you too. i like writing poetry because I can’t really regret it. I can’t get mad that x thing sent me into x crisis and I decided to work through it on paper rather than drowning in it. that’s a hard thing to do. I can’t hate myself because the last poem in this series is something I felt was a huge rock falling on me at the time but it’s been a year and I’m older now. the words stay put and I guess that’s the point. happy #nationalpoetryday, and every other poetry day. ( in order: ben purkert, bukowski, nikky finney, ocean vuong, margaret atwood, e.e. cummings, eireann corrigan, harryette mullen, and yours truly. )
happy march, a week late
I finally met #fray @xelathib after a whole lifetime and sang loudly to cable car inside of a cable car as life came full circle, what a wonderful treat of a human💜💐#thismeanspartyinsignlanguage
still alive, but only in theory