… being the rookie that i am, and very new to regular blogging, i’m only just beginning to learn things about it. such as: if i want my writing to have a chance at publication outside the blogosphere, i shouldn’t be posting poems and stories in their entirety online. so, from here on out, in spite of bursting to share with you all, i will only be posting the first couple of lines of each piece here on tumblr. thank you for all your love and support <3
[watch this space]
it’s been a long day, I get it.
and the train doors only stay open so long….
the whirr of the propellor on the nose
of my fugitive flight to the mainland
shook even my hand…
(via youclevergirl)
(Source: thirdcoastclassic, via kikisloane)
You really have no idea how you’re going to react until it actually happens to you. I mean, you can think about it as much as you like. You can stay up nights, chain-smoking and drinking strong-as-fuck tea, and think it over and over and freak out on the inside and even cry a little until you are thoroughly convinced that you know exactly how you would feel if it happened to you, because you have “basically just put yourself there,” but I’m telling you now, all of that will not give you a fucking clue….
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