Category: girlblog
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lately, i’ve been forcing myself to write, and it just leaves me feeling worse. i wish it came naturally again. i feel like i’m running out of things to say, or maybe just running out of the energy to say them. the more i open up to people, the less alone i feel, which is…
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if my sadness were a person, i think i’d ask her, what’s wrong? not because i don’t already know, but because i still want to hear her say it. at the end of everything, there’s never a real solution for me. i am the way i am because i am. but sometimes i wonder, what if i…
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a soft confession, somewhere between prayer and lullaby i know my mom loves me, like really loves me. the kind of love that folds itself up and gives you the biggest piece. she loves me more than she loves herself and sometimes i wish she didn’t. sometimes i wish she’d look in the mirror and…
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theres something about wanting more and the human soul that needs to be studied. why i feel the need to seek more life, joy, freedom, laughter, sadness. i have spent so much of my life yearning you would think i missed the good years and some i definetly did, because i am so desperately trying…
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i feel most like myself with my lipstick smudgedheadphones onwind in my hair like a prayer half saidthe sky’s bleeding peaches and cigarette smokeand i sweargod has been ghosting me again i light one up with trembling handsflick the ash like it means somethinglike im someonethe musics softbut it drowns out the memory of her…
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i was taught to pray when the weight felt too strong, to kneel and ask why i felt so wrong. as if my skin could be made clean, like love in me was something obscene. but how do you change what youve always known, that the heart you carry was never your own? i push…
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im out of breath, im running fast from the shawdos stitched into my past. do you see my mane in the night? the girl i was still haunts my name, shes made of silence, and stitched with shame. you saw me last did i seem fine? did my smile still look like mine? i wear…
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i feel bad when i say how unfulfilled i have been recently in life. i work long days just to get by with impluse purchases and utility bills and nothing ever seems to feel enough. i dont feel enough. i wish i was good at something, i keep telling myself one day it will come…
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theres something interesting about coming back to north carolina, last time i was here i had just ended a relationship i never thought i would move on from. i was sickly heartbroken and inconsolable. i never thought i could sit on the same porch again and live to tell the story of how i moved…
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the decades drip like cherry wine, cigarette ash, dont you cry, hide behind your motel sign. lovers fade in polaroids, cars get old, phones dont ring, and dreams get void. but every summer the strawberries bleed, soft and red, tangled in weeds, just like you and me. lifes just fruit mixed with perfume and smoke,…
Lesbihonest 