The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem.
    Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”

    But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River
    convinced he was entirely alone.”

    My bones said, “Write the poem.”

    -Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase


  3. I was trying to think of 5 nice things about myself, but found it difficult. I’m out shooting now and realized that even when my stomach is a ball of knots or I’m feeling sad my presence seems to put many people at ease and I often surprise myself in how bravely I can interact and make real sometimes very beautiful connection. I thought ‘that’s nice!’ So there’s a nice thing about me. :)

  7. babushkas :)


  9. 'La Luz, La Luz'

    Just a note to say that I will continue posting here but also create that other blog which I realized I need, at this point in time, to be different than what I’d planned originally; more personal (trying to create a map where I haven’t found one yet) and less coherent, which I will be devoting much heart and soul to.

    Thank you dear tumblr Creatives ;) and I may post that link at some point if I feel it could be of value to anyone out there.

  10. \/\