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and darling, there are things
i never told you; like how
i blessed you while you were sleeping
in the hour before the end -

asked the universe to watch over you
and conspire towards your happiness,
                    towards you,
covered you with be brave's and
goodness and mercy and light,
fingers touching your spine
like a rosary


and my darling, time is a flat circle
so you are still sitting at my kitchen table,
still asleep with your head on my breast;
we have already come together like waves,
repeatedly, and dark against the sky;
you have yet to walk through the july night
to kiss me on a crumbling riverbank;

i have yet to know if i will see you again,
and how
 and where, and
the things we cannot know
and if i ever see you again, my love
all i'm ever going to do
is send shivers down
that spine
of yours.


and when it's all over, we will say we knew this was coming, that we knew it would end like this, that we would never fear the things we cannot know
darlings i am sorry to be absent but my
grandfather has passed away
from this earth and from
me and i am finding
it hard to find
my words

        your hand in mine
            palm to palm
     like our skin had always
        spoken this language,
          always been fluent
          in the fingerprints
             of each other.
a pause:
so underneath a concrete sky
lucy puts her hand in mine
she says, "life's a game we're meant to lose
but stick by me and i will stick by you"


for s.p.
of course
i'm so sorry, i've been away. but it was good, and i am breathing easy again. as i hope you all are. i promise i'll get back to everyone and everything that's happening here, but i was walking by a flower stand in soho and i remembered something. about roses. and a boy. and i just wanted to tell you about him,

about the first and the last boy
who gave me roses; we were
sweet sixteen and sweet hearts and
our love was to be forever, even
as the petals wilted onto the
cover of my calculus book.

he would leave them in my locker
to be found before class but only
after he had snapped off
each and every thorn

and my unbroken heart would
flutter like a robin-wing and 
i would be so sure that love
would always be like that:
a blush-pink bloom in your locker
and a brown-eyed boy with
a shy smile and 

blood all over his 
fingers and

roses without

(everyone should be loved like that, at least once. simply, and just because. and i hope someone has loved you enough to give you roses without thorns, whatever that may be.)
i have some questions and some facts, in no particular order

question 1: am i the only person in the world who hasn't seen the movie frozen?
follow up to question 1: does this make me a terrible person? 
follow up to the follow up to question 1: does anyone want to come hang out and watch it with me? k cool thanksss.

fact 1: i have a birthmark on the back of my right leg that looks like a stegosaurus

fact 2: i am obsessed with the weather in weird ways.

question 2: how long do you think it takes to fall in love with somebody? 

fact 3: the last four meals i've eaten have been cheerios with extra honey. oops.

fact 4: i just spent more money than i have to buy crush even though, as you can see, the entire thing is on the internet, solely because i stumbled upon it in a bookstore and got so excited i couldn't physically let it leave my hands. 

fact 5: i'm a crazyperson, and i love you.

happy monday dearhearts :heart:


talks to kitchen appliances
United States
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."

-- Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
darlings i am sorry to be absent but my
grandfather has passed away
from this earth and from
me and i am finding
it hard to find
my words

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LadyBitterblue Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hello dear, I just fell in love with your words...
and I really don't have much else to say. The beauty of your writing is unique, ethereal, not meant to be caught and dissected. Your imagery is unusual and so fitting, your titles and beginnings are like dreamcatchers - but that's really not what makes your poems stand out so much. They give me a sense of freedom, being detached from the world and they're just so full of feelings in their purest, beautiful form...
Your heart must be a special thing and your mind a perfect garden to wander.
(Sorry this got quite long now)
And I know this comes late, but I hope you had a great birthday :heart:
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner 18 hours ago
ahhh i am floored by your kindness :faint: thank you so much for the encouragement! it has been a long week and you definitely just made it 100x better.

i am ever-grateful :love:
creatingisbreathing Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New member Hobbyist
Happy Birthday! I whish you all the best :)
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner 1 day ago
ahh thank you so much :love:
:heart: Thank you.
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2014
no, thank you :love:
seaboundstars Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014
xox <3
StormBringer23 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014
I spent some minutes
hours in your gallery
and got lost
the only way out was to fave
SuddenlyAutumn Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014
you have been too kind to me and
i think you may have said
exactly what life is --
everything and nothing
all at once
StormBringer23 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2014
It's really not kindness. More like awe.

All at once, then nothing, then all at once again.

Like a gas station.
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