I've a wee crush

Rachel Allen

Reasons:

• Ummmm, pretty
• Girl can cook
• Irish accent
• Pretty
• Not afraid of butter
  

Seriously impressed

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Well, my therapist says…

“No pronouns.” She says, “Here we name the chains on your limbs and the shards in your gut. Leave the theys and the its at the door. Tell me about the scars on your arms and the empty prescriptions in your medicine cabinet.”
I had nothing better to do so I shrugged my shoulders and spoke of nightmares and coming apart at the seams.
What I didn’t tell her is that I’ve been here before. There is nothing new to be found in the introspection or tears and that the only name I can give is on the folder she carried when she walked in the door.

Scars we choose

Your favorite thing about summer is all the free outdoor concerts, or so you tell me over coffee as we huddle in the café trying to recover from the night before. Not for the music of course, because the really good ones cost money; and nothing sounds as good outdoors, the acoustics are all crap to your ears with that perfect pitch. You like the fact that it’s warm enough at one in the morning to run around in shorts and tank tops, and you love the energy. I laughed at how loud you cheered when the first notes of ‘Baba O’Riley’ played over the speakers, and how your fingers found keys in the air so you could play along. We’re still young enough that enfolded in the night is an invitation, and you were lost to its call.

There was a woman I saw one day who had a piano tattooed on her side, all eighty eight keys. From the outside of her knee to under her breast. My first thought was of pain; because surely something so large and there must have hurt. What kind of dedication would it take to imprint  your body so? I don't know it, my skin only carries marks from falling and sharp edges. Then I wondered if she had a favourite song and if all her lovers knew how to play it.

reasons good enough for me

I smoke because I think it goes well with the cyanide in my appleseeds.

Soulmates?

(From:here)

Is it crazy that I think some day I'll look up into a strangers eyes and the empty parts of my soul will scream, "Where have you been?!" even though the answer won't really matter? 

It's hard to explain to friends when they try to set me up on dates or get me to ask someone to dance. 

How do I tell them I'm waiting for something; that I wouldn't know how to describe, even if I had more than a vague notion of what it was? I feel that it'll be beyond description even when I have it in the palm of my hands. 

I'm absolutely sure that I will know it when I find it though. 

If that isn't hard enough how do I tell them that I love all the dating and the dancing, but it's awkward at the end of the night when I try to explain to the poor soul I'm with that; yes it's been fun and meeting again would be lovely, but I'm really just passing time until the lightning strikes, so I'll have to decline? 

Because I don't want to be the jackass who goes around leading people on and breaking hearts because signals got crossed; once was enough of that, thank you.

(From: here)

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