June 2013
Blackberry brandy and achey little toothaches: I’ve never woken up feeling like I’d betrayed a loved one, a loved memory —but now I feel as if I’d taken something I loved, something beautiful between me and a person, and completely desecrated it for the disgusting satisfaction of another. Never tell your secrets, never throw your heart out vulnerable on the table (because you damn well better be defending them with all your life).
My baby is a maybe: there’s a delicious thunderstorm going on outside my window; I was folding laundry and went to lay down Timothy’s sweater and a few other things, and immediately the phrase “the ghosts in sweaters” came to mind (they looked like very flat people, ‘twas kind of frightening but cute); I have a wonderful book I’m going to read tonight (and if anyone has a goodreads, feel free to add me here); I hope you enjoy your day, morning, evening, or what have you. xx