Your breakup playlist: Old lyrics sing current truth and repeat mistakes. Music has and always will save my life.
Maybe you’re used to saying goodbye. Maybe I’m used to being sad.
No, I’m not the one for you. I’m also not one to stay here unloved.
Walk for self-respect. Walk towards what you want. Don’t walk to win someone back.
Why was it always dark? And why were you always the brightest thing there?
You’re gone but somehow the thought of you soothes me more than when you were here.
I’m Thinkin’ Bout You and Frank Ocean and that night love poured out our eyes.
Another great Meetup at my favorite LA writing spot, The Hatchery Press. The exercise today was to write for 30 minutes using the first sentence of a different literary work as your prompt. No surprise – I wrote about hookers (: (Prompt is from David Sedaris essay: Chicken toenails, anyone?) I have to go to China.” I told people this in the way I might say, “I need to insulate my crawl space” or, “I’ve […]
I didn’t come here to strategize my feelings. I’m here to fall hard.
Never been cautious or scared of your response, so why would I start now?