matching, not planned.
my beautiful girlfriend and i seem to always be wearing identical patterns. cute <3
i just want to bake. and write poetry. i think that is all i have ever wanted.
wish: to own a bakery that features poetry readings of local poets. think of the madness, it would be all stanzas and cookies.
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the den.
denver was perfect. a magical little place where i could spend all of my days just as i pleased. it was all coffee and museums and feeling my feet on city pavement. a tiny hole revealing the future i can one day have, with one girl who makes my heart spin. how lovely. how enticing.
the beauty is that
i still feel flowers
growing out of terrible,
dark places.
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there is a light in you
i have fallen in, too.
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what i would do if i were gutsy. i’m not gutsy.
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bloom
a rose stem broke through
my thin apartment walls.
and a rose bloomed that grew so large
until my apartment was nothing
but petals, petals, petals.
always imagine my heart was some kind of bookstore.
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where rives make love to the ground,
and treetops never give up.
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-Chuck Palahniuk
i promise.
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for the day i plucked a dandelion
and asked you make a wish.
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