Three Snapshots of the Tree in my Front Yard, by Shaylin Carper
Wide hips swaying
Honey leaves, pale arms
Chicken leg
Bare toes wrapped around bark
Twisted arms, foundation
Branch snaps
Gold silk, skies
Perspective uncovered
Nervous system
I have one on my back. It’s a quote from Girl, Interrupted (the novel, not the movie of course) “And it is easy to slip into a parallel universe.” It has a lot of really personal meanings; if you want to know what the meanings are just message me off anon. I want a ton of small tattoos. I don’t really want any large ones, just many small ones that hold a lot of meaning. My next one will be my moms and brothers birthdays in roman numerals on my arm (there’s a picture of this under tagged/personal). And I have a whole folder on my computer with all the other tattoos I want. I’ll consider posting them later.
okay, well, the problem with this is i’ve never called myself ugly on this blog, so you must be referring to my other one. second, i don’t “clearly” know i’m not ugly, i’m simply voicing my opinion of myself. i’m far from beautiful, but i’m trying to learn to love myself as i am.
I’ve been growing increasingly unhappy with my life over the past eight months. I believe my soul has grown stronger, and I know what I want in life more than ever, but I feel that my personality has been negatively infected in the process. With that being said, I plan on living as a minimalist in the woods surrounding my house. I will build a fort from rocks and wood. I will live in my fort, day and night, writing poems and short prose stories. I need to reflect on these crazy past eight months and search for my inner being. Lately, it’s all I can think about and I can’t wait to get started. Exams are over, and early next week I will be heading into my bliss.
she walks within the wind within
eels dancing around her neck that are
welcoming
leading
following as
invisible forces lash as
boa’s constrict the
hidden beauty of elongated spines with
blue-green and
deep sea green and
green peacock swallowtail like
iridescent ribbons while
hugging naked flesh and moving like
rapid fire and
abrupt viscose vision like
flowering flora like
garden snakes and their entangled patterns of
rayon and cellophane and yarn and acrylic following
paths of opposing forces and
not ceasing for infinity but to
protect against predators while
keeping secrets of past and future while
arresting the innocence and
allowing the creation of a new being.
(Source: theluckykids)
Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side.
It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.