008: Threaded

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I’ve been held together by thread,

Threading thoughts

I filter through teeth,

Scraping away unpleasantries

And truths I thought might make you

Leave.

A thread I guided with trembled hand,

Going over and over mistakes,

Tricks of mind, personal deceptions,

Leaving lumped cross stitching

To be the perception of me.

I taste what I should have said

As I choke on the thread

Coming up my throat.

It’s smooth, water,

Cheek to earth,

Natural – where I was

Before I picked up a needle.

Here I am,

Starting to unravel.

...

The Vineyard Girl: Ruffled Wrap Skirt and Wander Necklace

Top // Cotton On (Similar)

Necklace // Etsy

Skirt // Zara

Shoes // Modcloth (unavailable)

You know how some outfits just make you feel pretty? Like, you look in the mirror and you're like GIRL. There's bae; I found her. It's me. I'm bae. Forever and always. But anyway, I absolutely love this outfit. One of my friends said she'd never been so attracted to me as she was when she saw my pictures. Safe to say this outfit makes me quite the attractive lady.

How I Knew I Wasn't In Love

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*This is an archived post from my last blog Smile, Sugar. I have lightly altered it, but it is mostly unchanged from it's original writing and posting in summer, 2016.*

Christmas Time, 2013

I hadn’t bought my boyfriend a Christmas gift yet. Lights were strung through the neighborhood, Christmas trees were glowing in windows, and every radio station was playing some rendition of Jingle Bell Rock. Christmas was quickly coming - how did I not have a gift yet? I didn’t have much money, so I was struck trying to find something that was honest yet affordable. I mmm-ed and ahh-ed about it for a while, and suddenly I thought I had the perfect idea: I would tell him I love him. 

007: Tattered Carnations

A petal blooded girl

Spilling red roses and fuchsia

From wounds where wings

Used to be.

Wings of calla lilies, carnations,

Daisies for a daisied mind,

Flower girl with blooms in her hair

tied around her hips,

On the road, petals pooling,

Hands trembling with

Tattered carnations

She pulled from her own back.

Calla lilies linger

On her tongue, ghostly,

As teeth grind white petals.

Day, periwinkle lit,

Picks petals from her feet

And speckles the air

With her shame.

...

Singing in the Summer: Red Gingham Mini Dress and Core Values Necklace

Dress // Zara (unavailable)

Necklace // Modcloth (unavailable)

Shoes // Target

Bruh, what? A fashion post? From me? Is this even happening right now? Who even am I?