Rumpled up perfection. I love how ordinary moments are nothing short of extraordinary which, is why I try to savour each one and not let the moment pass me by. #dontchasetherabbit The way my shoulders burn when I dip my paddle into the water again and again is smoothed over by the breeze against my freckled skin. #dragonboating. I miss the mountains and the ocean when we are separated, a west coast girl through and through. #vancouver. The energy exchanged when your at a live show is something that has been constant in my life. #localmusic. Fighting the good fight towards equality #feminism #gender stratification. I'm inspired by beautiful things. #fashion #moodboards. I am held together by the brilliant people in my world. #family #besties. Here are my thoughts strewn on these pages as I stumble through lived experiences of life, love, loneliness and the pursuit of happiness. #prose. I love to create conversation make sure you drop me a line in my #ask box. I do not own any of the images unless stated please see all source links. The writing is mine unless otherwise stated. #disclaimer
What makes me different is the sadness that lives in my black heart. What makes me different is the feelings that rush my brain and my body. It is how I am having to constantly be conscious so that I don’t drift away in a flash flood of my own tears. I don’t like talking about it. Because sometimes it becomes a competition of who has been sadder. Just because I did not take any uppers or downers doesn’t mean I don’t know of hard it is to peal yourself from your bed. How heavy your heart feels and how it tugs you away from yourself. How two versions of myself live together the darkness versus the light. The light versus the darkness. How sometimes I can’t even find the words to articulate that experience because I am to consumed by feeling yours.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happenend to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
I was so fast to rush into it. Racing, grasping, pushing because I thought it would only be for a second. As if an hour glass had been flipped over. Each grain of sand slipping rapidly from the moment I met you. You approached it differently methodically and leisurely. You have taught me how to dial it down. You are a piece of chocolate that rest’s on my tongue. Instead of chewing it back hard. It sits and melts slowly. Rich and satisfying I can feel it as it trickles down. Complete pleasure and enjoyment. Similar to the warmth that has spread from the tip of my black heart all the way down. I embrace the warmth of constancy as it cozies up to all the icy bruises that fleeting moments had forged.
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.