December 2011
28 posts
Gusts
If the wind blows hard enough long enough will it find a way to pick me up and cradle me inside its gusts? Will it find a way to catch the cautions I have thrown to it and deposit me like debris at the foot of the bed where you lie sleeping? -Tyler Knott Gregson-
“She said the rain’s the rain
some air’d be good for you”
The Emotional Ramifications of Losing My Hair
Every day when I catch a glimpse of my hair in the mirror, my heart starts to sink.
I’ve always had long, thick, gloriously unruly hair. Wavy and wild, I could never really make it do anything, but I was almost fonder of it for it’s spiritedness. Virtually always down unless it was tucked under a horseback riding helmet, it felt like an integral part of me: a physical representation...
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via decrepito)