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What could I have been? What will I be?
i. Between the Bars, Elliott Smith / ii. @danielcalmdown / iii. The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath / iv. Things You Wanted To Say But Never Did, Geloy Concepcion
Extracted from Moranifesto by Caitlin Moran
(Red Magazine, September 2017)
Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters: "The Hands of Jean-Marie"
Not to be a hopeless romantic, but was anyone going to tell us that 2023 was the year scientists were able to visualize quantum-entangled particles for the first time and they literally look like yin and yang??
On my worst days, nostalgia hangs over my body like dead weight. I carry it with me everywhere, close my eyes when it whispers in my ear and I think this must be what rotting feels like.
Nothing will ever feel like home the way that it did back then. There are pieces of you buried in your childhood, things you did not- could not carry with you into adulthood. And you can’t ever go back.
Sometimes I feel the first warm, unsteady breath of spring and I’m staring at the promise of new flowers through the eyes of a pre-teen girl who so easily forgets the bite of winter. Who can’t fathom that there are entire years of frost ahead of her. And I can’t ever go back.