How to Fall in Love — The Kind That Makes Legends and Literature.
By Jamie Shane
We Were Walkers. {poetry}
We stood still,
silent
and lulled by the play
of the waves chasing each other
and heated
by the electrical current of the fog coming in
and the change
it seemed to be bringing us.
We were walkers.
Rediscovering the Bravery of Your Young Self.
I hated my period. The cramps and the crazy moods made me incapable of keeping it together long enough to run free and easy down the alley or take a marathon bike ride. I had to comb my hair now. I had to consider lipstick and strapping on that stupid boob binder because that’s what nice girls ...
Come Closer To Me {poetry}
Someone who wants
to hold you tight
all night
and even harder
upon awakening
in the morning
The Not-knot — Part 1.
The not-knot, she reads on the label of a designer pillow as she browses through the Icelandic store. The designer has filled a long, round, woolen tube, tied it into a beautiful knot, and sewn it together. This knot won’t open anytime soon. It’s made to support, to stay tied. If it were to ...