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mechamorgan: The extent to which my mood is dictated by the weather is shocking. For all the dark months of the year I am turned to the blackest reflection, but on a day like today, without a solitary cloud in the sky, I am so full of joy I could cry. Ah for a child’s summer without end! To be warm and unrestrained by responsibility! That is my dearest dream. Mine too. People say SAD...
I thought about my sadness as such a perpetual thing for so long. A thing that I could quietly slip into like a swimming pool full of leaves And there is it’s own fractured kind of beauty in being wrapped and soothed by that hurt. Hurt of abuse, fear of the dark, desperate loneliness, but it was only beautiful because sometimes I would open my eyes and see light moving through the water, creeping...
When you make soup, slowly chop the onions, measure the milk, crush rosemary. Stand and stir it. It’s too thin, so you boil it for longer than you’re supposed to, and forget that the potatoes always burn onto the bottom of the pan. It’s too thin even after you’ve let it cool to the point where it just burns your mouth and you sit in bed and eat it gingerly. Spoon to lips until it’s gone and you...