once i fuck with fire all theres left to do is burn
cat in a cherry tree
Theodore Roethke, from “Vernal Sentiment”, The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID’d]
She’s right
yesterday i rolled a joint and immediately lost it and my only comfort has been imagining it traveling chef boyardee style down the stairs and across the walkways to a stoner in greater need than myself
Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder
Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate”, Devotions
Joy Sullivan, from “Instructions for Traveling West”, Instructions for Traveling West
asking myself “is this really who i want to be forever?” a lot lately
life is beautiful and i am beautiful and everything coming will be better than anything that has ever left or ended
when 2015 comes back i’ll be ready
Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen