"Hope is not like a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. Hope is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency."
- Rebecca Solnit
Author: rarasaur
Behind the well on our farm, beside the barn, before the fence. It is a nook, if a […]
When I say that things are up and down, this post represents the down. If you’re not up to it, biggest hugs, skip it with my love. xo.
This year, my roommate and I decided to make a small collection of vintage-inspired Long Beach t-shirts. Today, […]
They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think […]
#WorldKindnessDay
Today for NanoPoblano, I decided to do some blog maintenance. First, I changed the theme. Do you like […]
"This week, try to remember the kindest, bravest, most loving you've ever been. You're still every bit as brave as you were then, and every bit as good."
- Madame Clairevoyant
“My difficulty is that I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.” – Virginia Woolf, letter to Ethel Smyth, 1930
Awhile ago, a friend of mine ran into a guy who told her he wanted a woman who made him feel like a man– and this poem happened after I thought way too much about that sentence, haha!
Gravity holds you in place even when you want to float free, and sometimes the hold is a hug, and sometimes the hold is a strangle.
“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London
Magic.
I know there is magic.
I never stop looking for it. I pretend I can make it. My fingers tap across a keyboard and it crackles like sorcery.
Life has not been gentle. Sometimes, I am more bruise than woman.
