need you to turn to
Elton John: 1970
Gifted to me by Kevin Wortman
Acquired in 2014 on the corner of Haight and Ashbury
a quilt of beliefs
my mister bought me this pretty book while we were antiquing in st. johnsbury, vermont. we stumbled into a mom and pop bookstore (my favorite kind) and spent some time browsing the tiny literary haven. i instantly fell head over heels for the velvety cover.
instead i fixed her hair
she cried. tears pooling in the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes; begging me to help her. sneak her out when the nurses turned their backs. feeling like she was falling, she clutched and clawed at the bed.
with a dreamy, far-off look, and her nose stuck in a book
i feel that old, familiar, sinking feeling rise up through my veins, slowly taking over my nervous system and drowning any trace of my true self.
up where the air is clear
i feel an intense yearning to be outside lately. i need to feel sand in my toes, wind in my hair, and dirt between my fingers. at the end of the day i want to be exhausted, sweaty, and dirty.
joan jett quote
“beyond just writing about falling in love and out of love and wanting to do certain things and going out and partying and all the things that i grew up writing about, i want to write about deeper things.” .joan jett
all of a sudden
like the paper thin skin of her hands, my grandmother’s eyes are almost transparent. i watch as they frantically dart around the room, desperate to focus and meet my gaze. they are pleading; begging me to understand a lifetime of tiny memories, of regrets, of little vignettes frozen in time.
jim morrison quote
“where’s your will to be WEIRD?” .jim morrison
you’re a firework
Lately I find myself repeating the same advice to anyone in their early twenties: Start traditions with your friends. Traditions you adhere to year after year, no matter what.
music saves your mortal soul
some days, the only thing i really understand is music. loud, pulsating, irreverent rock and roll tearing through my internal solar system.