This Great and Lonely Space

"Not just beautiful though- The stars are like trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me."
Nothing like the beach
E.P.

Nothing like the beach

E.P.

I’m leaving for Greece tomorrow morning for a whole month. That’s scary. If you want to follow my travels and see picture, here’s my blog for it: http://itsgonnabegreek.blogspot.com/ Yay Santorini!

I love red lipstick. It makes me feel fancy

I love red lipstick. It makes me feel fancy

Tequila tastes like cacti.

And I just started crying, this is great. So much fun.

I have a really strong urge to take a picture of my butt and post it. I’m not sure if I should or not

Letting Go

My mother calls me over,

laptop open on her thighs.

She points to the screen where

two girls stand,

brown hair framing their little faces.                                                                 

A canyon drops

behind Mary-Jane shoes

and scraggly old bushes wave and pulse

in the dry desert air like the ends of their skirts.

Their faces scrunch in the sun,

teeth a pale contrast to the red of the sand.

This is me, my mother points

to the smaller girl whose face is twisted up

so you can’t see her eyes

behind her smile.

The older girl clasps her hands together,

her smile as bright as her sisters

through the eye of the lens.

 .

I hardly recognize that little girl as my mother.

These days the corners of her mouth more often

pull down then up, and children

have pulled and stretched her body like taffy so that

the figure of her teenage years is found

only in pictures.

Work tries her patience and people her temperament until

she comes home at the end of the day,

exhausted, and fills my waiting ears with

the trials she’s gone through and how much she wishes

she could just quit.

 .

And I wonder,

as the girls faces blur out of focus,

a new picture sliding into place,

where that joy she had has gone now.

If it is hidden

behind worry lines

and wrinkles.

Or possibly lost between children and jobs,

money, bills, houses and living the

American Dream, trapped

in a life we wish was different. Or,

if adulthood exposes

the same graveness

in us all.

If we just become

a negative of ourselves

from when we were young. 

E.P.

(Source: sundaymorningchange)

I’m going to surround myself with peppermint- peppermint tea, peppermint essential oil, peppermint melting wax- in hope that it will make me focus on my portfolio and finishing my poem. 

Sorry for all the porn/sexiness everyone. But not really. 

All I want it cuddles. Jesus christ someone come cuddle with me please

I think my boobs have grown

I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack right about now

This is what happens when my friends and I get drunk and they decide I need balloons for my birthday but the only thing we have is condoms.

(Source: sundaymorningchange)