Dear Chaos

I still think you’re beautiful. Forest fire. With eyes to match. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you, on screen or in person. How wonderfully magnetic you are. How I can’t help but fall for you. Couldn’t. It’s been a while now. I think perhaps you finally realised. Or just grew bored. Perhaps … Continue reading Dear Chaos



there’s something to not knowing why your eyes are closed whether you can if it matters                      you read it right when you’re smoothing out the creases not quite sure if they’ll bounce back                      or burn somehow the iron finds a place making beds and warming towels that dash down empty halls to dry off the … Continue reading Unread


it used to be counting ribs and hips and inches, swaying booty and lacy lingerie now it’s standing in front of the mirror trying to smile and wondering where all of it went


“and when things get tough, just remember a hot bath on a cold winter’s night or crawling into new linen” there are some things you can’t put better than as they are