Every person I loved was home for a bit of a time.

when you’re a poet & you lost your dog

I watch sunsets, I feel the wind in my hair, I make love to the sea, bathe in the forest, dance in the rain. I see kindness and love in simple gestures around me, and I know that laughter can cure anything. So yes, I still believe in magic.

maybe i don’t want to fight anymore, maybe I just want the world to be gentle to me

…and if I don’t see you again - it has been a wonderful journey - enjoyed every moment - met some amazing souls here ….. much love and warm wishes to all….. good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight

We are very tired, very in love, very desperate, very kind. We are mosaics and we don't even know where one broken piece of self begins and where another one ends. We just drink coffee, write random art, and hope for a better tomorrow.

I shall think of you at sunset, and at sunrise, again; and at noon, and forenoon, and afternoon, and always, and evermore, till this little heart stops beating and is still. Emily Dickinson, to Susan Huntington Dickinson

i went to the intersection of desire and suffering and everyone knew you

I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.

She kisses me, and I lose all my breath. Her lips are soft. Her tongue is warm in my mouth. She pulls me close, and for a moment we are indistinguishable. One skin. One crashing heart. No space between us. Erin Gough, Amelia Westlake

It is simple. Every city, every tree, every person who felt like a home, felt like hope, like morning full of possibilities, like love that caries you from one moment to another.

I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.

of course i feel too much. i am a universe of exploding stars

write poems about your friends

I find myself again. I am no shadow

i am so in love with you that i wonder if it's possible to fit more of you inside my dear heart. but you're bigger than my heart. i can still find more space for you in my brain. i can still squeeze some more of you into my spirit. where else will you touch me? i'll make room.

grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.

it's February and i will love you always and forever

i haven’t posted on this account in forever but i wrote a poetry book & she’s out in the world if anyone wants to check her out 😚

i sold 100 copies of my poetry book the first week it’s been out!!! how cool!!! thank you guys so much for all of the love & support, it’s everything to me. especially as i am sick & scared in bed 😭🩷