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Thank you. For showing me women have a voice. Thank you. For proving them wrong. Thank you for giving me proof, that poetry isn't dead. Thank you for chiseling off a piece of yourself, putting it on paper, and letting the world examine it.I am the world. T

Wow, thank YOU for this. Sometimes I worry about the equation of snark/critique/rage I put into the world is perhaps imbalanced with the amount of good that I try & do too. It is really important to hear this for me right now. And yes, you ARE the world. 

Thank you. For showing me women have a voice. Thank you. For proving them wrong. Thank you for giving me proof, that poetry isn't dead. Thank you for chiseling off a piece of yourself, putting it on paper, and letting the world examine it.I am the world. T

Wow, thank YOU for this. Sometimes I worry about the equation of snark/critique/rage I put into the world is perhaps imbalanced with the amount of good that I try & do too. It is really important to hear this for me right now. And yes, you ARE the world. 

Thank you. For showing me women have a voice. Thank you. For proving them wrong. Thank you for giving me proof, that poetry isn't dead. Thank you for chiseling off a piece of yourself, putting it on paper, and letting the world examine it.I am the world. T

Wow, thank YOU for this. Sometimes I worry about the equation of snark/critique/rage I put into the world is perhaps imbalanced with the amount of good that I try & do too. It is really important to hear this for me right now. And yes, you ARE the world. 

Thank you. For showing me women have a voice. Thank you. For proving them wrong. Thank you for giving me proof, that poetry isn't dead. Thank you for chiseling off a piece of yourself, putting it on paper, and letting the world examine it.I am the world. T

Wow, thank YOU for this. Sometimes I worry about the equation of snark/critique/rage I put into the world is perhaps imbalanced with the amount of good that I try & do too. It is really important to hear this for me right now. And yes, you ARE the world. 

Thank you. For showing me women have a voice. Thank you. For proving them wrong. Thank you for giving me proof, that poetry isn't dead. Thank you for chiseling off a piece of yourself, putting it on paper, and letting the world examine it.I am the world. T

Wow, thank YOU for this. Sometimes I worry about the equation of snark/critique/rage I put into the world is perhaps imbalanced with the amount of good that I try & do too. It is really important to hear this for me right now. And yes, you ARE the world. 

thank you. so. soul shatteringly much.

hi there. but for what?

SEASON OF THE WITCH//TOUR UPDATE PART 1: Columbus, Ohio.The...

American Gothic.


Laura & I Exploring!


Ohio Woods.


Jeni's Ice Cream Flavors.

SEASON OF THE WITCH//TOUR UPDATE PART 1: Columbus, Ohio.

The drive from New York (hometown) to Columbus took about 13 hours. It began optimistically, my best ‘on the road’ mix CDs narrating the journey. I was excited when I got my period in the first gas station I pulled over in because I was like HEY! EVEN MY BODY KNOWS THIS IS A NEW BEGINNING. When the sun went down, the dimmer switch of my excitement faded a bit too - but when I finally landed in Columbus, Ethan and Jordan were warm, welcoming, but not pushing me to be entertaining after so many hours of driving. I had my own room where I devoted myself to self-care, laying out a yoga mat, eating healthy, and taking all my vitamins (though, as it turns out, I’ve hardly ever had to use the Melatonin I brought on this trip. Sleeping has NOT been a problem thus far.) Immediately I could feel how this whole three-month excursion could be the sort of exhausting that would lead me to holing up in a room, napping excessively, and drowning myself in mediocre young adult literature. I could see the two potential roads I could take: the first being someone who simply ‘passed the time,’ the other, someone who lived the experience to the fullest. Right then and there I committed to being the latter. I had two great shows in Columbus, at Writing Wrongs and Travonna Coffee House where the audiences were warm & supported me by purchasing my books and CDs. I also got to hear a lot of poetry from Rachel Wiley that I hadn’t before, and thus fell in love with another poet’s work. If you have the chance, listen to her piece called “Marble.” I also tasted their food: fried avocado, Jeni’s Ice Cream, French Fry Food Truck, went for a hike by myself, and explored the city with my new friend Laura. The people of Columbus are sweet, friendly, and a bit above-and-beyond when it comes to friendship (read: Laura & Hanif coming over to the house I was staying at to bring me a soy latte before 8AM for my long drive ahead to Chicago.) Columbus, I love you. 

Balloon Tied to an Anchor: WHY I’M NOT BOWING DOWN TO LADY GAGA, SUPPOSED SAINT OF SELF-LOVE (TW: Eating Disorders, Self-Harm)

Balloon Tied to an Anchor: WHY I’M NOT BOWING DOWN TO LADY GAGA, SUPPOSED SAINT OF SELF-LOVE (TW: Eating Disorders, Self-Harm):

mileswalser:

(note: you have something to add/offer a different opinion on, I welcome feedback and dialogue. If you’re only looking to troll or argue, go bother someone else.)

Lady Gaga’s recent coming out as a woman who struggles with anorexia and bulimia has sparked her new campaign “Body Revolution…

"It is only September.I don’t know how many seasonsI will be allowed to love you yet.What I do..."

“It is only September.

I don’t know how many seasons

I will be allowed to love you yet.

What I do know is that you have flown

one thousand Miles to stand in my kitchen,

dropping chocolate chips into pumpkin pancakes

like arranging freckles for the face of a perfect child.

Feeding me the extra semisweet moles.

I don’t yet know for how many years

you might flip me pancakes for.

If you will still love me when that blonde tree

sheds her Hollywood wig. If we will make it

to the season of the blueberries, but I don’t care.

The tree is a pin-up girl posing outside my window

and you’re only looking at me. Every latte in this city

smells like the only fruit in the world

we carve faces from. Tell me

might that be something?”

- Megan Falley, “A Simple Love Poem” (via fleurishes)

i need a hug so hardcore right now.