This was my exact view about 2 years back. I was driving home from Sasquatch, it was 7am, my friend was asleep and Bon Iver was over the radio. One of those life moments.
when im older i want to have memories like this
hypothesis: somewhere, there are suns that group into prayer circles and sing our names. somewhere, there are places to be without letting go of home. there are kisses without touching and touching without naked and naked without speaking. somewhere, somehow, there is a body much like yours, valleys that bend and rise much like yours, toes that sink into sand and soil much like yours, speaking words much like yours. somewhere there are boys in wooden sandals and prisons with no bars, and somewhere there are people who wait for us to catch up, always waiting for us to catch up.
experiment: mix green apple vodka into your sleep tonight. dream of loving yourself. dream of building a throne out of every bone that has wronged yours. dip yourself into saltwater, listen to yourself prune. be nothing but silent, let silent be nothing but you. name the blades of grass. name them Caitlyn and Azra and Colleen and Annalise. name them Venus and Mars and Mercury. be your own inhospitable planet. leave room in your bed for no one. let them earn it. leave room on your skin for no one. let them earn it. go. run. run.
conclusion: this is everywhere we will ever be. this heart is where the home is. this heart is where the house is, with cracked shingles and rusty hinges and a kitchen that smells of dough always. this is where our parents made us. this is where our parents thought of us first, this is where they saw the idea of a shared result in each other’s eyes, in each other’s hems and necklines and sudden bareness. this place is brilliant, baby. this is not a science, this cannot be measured or calculated or poured into beakers. this is the air between fingers, this is stretch marks and lovin’ it. this is castle all to yourself, this is chasing things that are not there and fucking lovin’ it.”
And back when we were kids
We swore we knew the future
And our words would take us half way ‘round the world
But I never left this town
And you never saw New York
And we ain’t ever cross the sea
Sweetest lullaby ever.
whenever i read about a theory’s ‘predictive power’ i just imagine a tiny freud sat atop a tiny throne, drunk with power and cackling about how we’re all fucked if we don’t have a same sex parent to identify with and internalise a moral code from
i wrote this during my psychology a level and during my psychology degree i still think it’s true
what if rain came down all at once and not in tiny raindrops
The view from a $1 room on the Annapurna Circuit in Nepal. This wasn’t even the cheapest room on the trek, $0.50 and even $0 were common.
i just looked through my school’s prospectus from my year and god i miss them all right now
i really wish i’d spent less of year 13 stressed over things i couldn’t control and just enjoyed being there more because i miss the lunchtimes we spent in the sixth form room talking about nothing at all more than anything