clara / 26 / memory / etc.
these brittle bones,
this unwieldy heart …
♥ ♥ ♥
i am still not sure if i love painting again or hate it or just love the idea or if the idea loves me
i haven’t felt this content. like a sleeping wild cat after feasting. in a while.
morning, coffee much too sweet and the taste of butterscotch
lying on the couch in silence listening to bird calls, cat under the curtain of my blanket
yesterday my cousin put the idea of iceland in my head,
yesterday we walked by the now empty library where i used to work and light still floats through the windows, the faucets in the sinks of the science labs nearby still gleam
it’s easier to think about what will happen instead of making it happen