writingsforwinter:

To my daughter I will caution that human beings are not ships

and cannot be saved from sinking no matter how low the tide

or how quickly the bucket hauls the water from the hull.

To my daughter, who kisses men’s knuckles like raw egg yolks,

I will nail a whisper to our bulletin board as a warning

for what her body will become after too many days

of skipping meals. Leave store-bought cell phones

in her bed one after the other with cracked screens,

“slide to unlock,” tell her that with sunken cheekbones

no one will be able to unlock her anymore either.

The year I lit a fire in the backyard and she stared

at the soot like a wolf, stuck a lit candle between her lips

like a shotgun and ached to pull the trigger,

the year jumping jacks and pushups became more common

than breaking curfew. The year I checked for skeletons

in my daughter’s closet, only to find her there

as a living one instead. The year of replaced roles.

For my daughter I will hide the bathroom scale

and fill our best china bowl with rain during a storm,

put it outside on the front porch steps and say,

Eat when you are hungry.

“Dead Island Theme” - Giles Lamb.

 dionysusmonster said:

 that’s because penny loafers are awesome. your cat has good taste in shoes

He knows his fashion <3

 headphonesonchangetheworld said:

Oooh okay she’s really good and now i’ve been reminded of how much I like folk music so much for sleeping tonight oops

It’s summer there are no rules and endless amount of time for folk music

 headphonesonchangetheworld said:

huzzat o3o

Jeremy Get in on the perfection that is folk singer/songwriter Laura Marling (aka my reason for living)