Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they...– Henry David Thoreau (via birdonawire)
Quicksand, Kaitlyn Stoll
The floor was never soft and your hands were never clean Still night after night our bodies coiled on carpet Fingers fastened And every time after I’d repose on your ribcage Cheek to chest Eavesdropping I knew it could never be mine. Every sharp shot a reminder: desire might satisfy a weekend but never a lifetime I wanted whispers butterflies breakfasts in bed Not these straw...
- living in downtown of a big city = great - going to grad school = hard those are my words of wisdom for the day [sorry for lack of posts lately…relocating from san francisco to philadelphia plus starting med school has kept me busybusy]