new books save me.. save me new books..

every time i sip on my favorite coffee i'm like oh yeah i forgot this has the power to save my life

but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! dwell! on! the! past! forever!

people passing through me, places passing through me, brain fog, insomnia, fear of the self, worry over lost time, grief over the past, wondering how to make up for the future

just like kafka, i too am a retiring, silent, unsociable, and discontent person.

kate baer

love. i will always choose love. over hate. over resentment. over anger. over anything and everything else

picnic day

someone take me to a tulip field and release me

sylvia plath was right, i am myself, that is not enough.

the thing people don’t realize is that time spent just staring out the window is CRITICAL

just like emily dickinson, i felt a funeral in my brain

jake reads for sylvia plath

burdened with a terrible curse (being a girl)

if it involves pastries and coffee count me in