life-is-too-short-for-regrets:
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old enough to know better, young enough to give it a try anyway. i live on the shore of a sea big enough to swallow the world whole.
a girl and the sea
me and my best friend in all the land at her hens night last night. feeling pretty sorry for myself today. love you hayley swan!
na zdrowie
we never really leave the places in which we grow up.
it settles itself in the secret place between skin and soul, an indefinable ache, a bruise that never heals, a want that is never satisfied. i will remember those days for the rest of my life. 5am, hand in hand on the beach while the wind howls and knifes through our clothes. green light reflecting off the waves. the sharp smell of the sea. the curve of your smile, your pointy chin catching against my shoulder. behind us the sun rising slowly over the hills, a smiling lip of peach and gold. the awkward angles of our bodies, trying to find something familiar in foreign lands, the places where we didn’t fit together and the places where we did. i will carry these memories within me, tucked in the dark corner between regret and denial, unacknowledged, not forgotten.
the night does funny things
life is very strange.
i remember being thirteen
blonde and smiling and so, so happy.
i remember being fifteen
black-haired and convinced
that things would never, ever be okay.
i remember summers that stretched out
endless and golden, hazy with heat,
bright with promise in the brilliant dawn of the world.
i remember summers spent locked in my bedroom,
scratching my confusion into red welts on my thighs,
still convinced that things would never, ever be okay.
time passes, time changes
but some things remain the same:
most days i don’t even feel like a real person,
but a very good facsimilie of one.
i think about those two little girls
two halves of the same whole, alike and yet
unalike.
but still fighting the same battles
between hope and despair.
“no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world”
