i finally bought a new laptop (i haven’t had one in nearly three months now). it has windows 8.

i have no idea what i am doing.


By Jonah Reenders
Anonymous: She’s a sunflower. I have been watching her for sometime now but that’s what she is. Light beams have to be etched into her rib cage and her moon set eyes. She isn't elegant, just a little broken... She is a sunflower. I am afraid she is wilting away.

She’s a sunflower. I have been watching her for sometime now but that’s what she is. Light beams have to be etched into her rib cage and her moon set eyes. She isn’t elegant, just a little broken.
She’s sick. It’s undiagnosed but you can tell from the faded lavender and pale bones. She keeps herself busy. She must keep busy. If she stops, she may disappear.
She’s afraid. I am unsure why. She keeps to herself and watches people. She knows they watch her too. She doesn’t stop them.
She’s cold. But there is not much she can do about it.
She likes sweatpants and ballet. She twirls around the living room. She leaves the windows open. It does not matter who sees. She is free.
She sings the sun awake. He bends to her sound; he feeds her. Her starry eyes are all too familiar with the horizon.
She smiles with her teeth and that is all. The white reflects an emotion. Sometime she laughs. Only sometimes.
She is a sunflower. I am afraid she is wilting away.

November 2009

This is a poem I wrote in high school, and later became the inspiration for my first completed manuscript.

but… who are you anon? 

howieguja:

Early Autumn Connecticut
"SEPTEMBER HOROSCOPES

virgo, actively seek balance.

libra, trust these are the right decisions.

scorpio, separate fact from feeling.

sagittarius, remind yourself how you got this far.

capricorn, it is a time of luck.

aquarius, unpack your current fear.

pisces, take on this challenge.

aries, you will find a place to belong.

taurus, let it happen.

gemini, toast to self-acceptance.

cancer, embrace the love around you.

leo, you are safe here."

unordinary-girl:

cuddling is probably one of the most passionate forms of love there is because you just feel so safe and close to the person and it feels like all your worries go away and it’s one of the greatest feelings in the world

(via mousai-ourania)

allegroassai:

J. S. Bach: Das Wohltemperierte Clavier, Book 2.
delta-breezes:

Tea with Kate
riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak
escape-deer:

Dew drops on clover leaves are my favorite thing, I saw these little guys outside the art studio yesterday…
theme