Milkwood

"Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass growing on Llareggub Hill, dewfall, starfall, the sleep of birds in Milk Wood."

Dylan Thomas

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Funny how a message I sent an hour and twenty minutes ago feels like it’s from a different world. Perhaps that’s just a lovely testament to how relaxed I feel now to be home, have picked up some...


The only way to oppose bigotry, without becoming bigoted yourself in some way, is to simply be tolerant or understanding of everyone, even those you find most bigoted.


The word scarlet is beautiful. I always picture the color with a velvety texture. A red you can feel. I picture a wall I can just nestle into… Last night, I painted my fingernails with a very ...


I’ve always found it interesting how insecurity can turn some people monstrous and others absolutely magnanimous. This contrasting range leads me to believe that it’s not insecurity or hardship...


I found out tonight that if you get into a bubble bath, a really sudsy one, and scoop up some foamy stuff with your bar of soap, the two forms of soap at the same time make for the most luxurious...


In honor of Rachel Dolezal, I gots to get my Shirley Q. Liquor on, honey! Yeah, I know one of them can probably plead insanity and one’s consciously doing it, but who’s been more honest and ...


Ah, it’s a taupe tank top and lavender denim short kind of day… Ultra casual, grocery store kind of day, but with a pinch of color and desired happiness. Gold sandals shining in the sun and litt...


My favorite cookie-eating scene:


I’ve seen so many people say today that they do not believe in love at first sight. A question on this survey that’s been going around. I’m sure there are some “yes” answers out there, but I’ve...


Movie Still of the Night showing in the still of the night…I’ve seen this movie maybe twice before, once nine years ago and once maybe three or four years ago, and still somehow can’t remember th...


Dark rose pink modal slip with white lace at the cups, my legs stretched out lengthwise on the couch, and this kid who looks like Napoleon Dynamite on my tv screen in a blue van with a giant hot ...


“Winds in the east Mist coming in Like something is brewing About to begin Can’t put my finger On what lies in store But I feel what’s to happen All happened before.” Mary Poppins was a favorite...


A woman on an old black and white tv show just said, “Death makes even an ugly soul beautiful.” And I stopped and took a breath. The skin on my hands feels tight as my wrists and fingers stretch...


Heard this song maybe eleven years ago while I was walking down a city sidewalk one overcast and gorgeously solitary afternoon. Had loaded all these cds I’d just bought onto one of my first ipo...


Yesterday I went to this little cafe in this lush faux-gated community (anyone who desires can drive through the gates unquestioned) and ordered a sandwich and iced tea and tried to sit outside, ...


Almost morning and this is the first quiet moment I’ve had to myself all day or night. Sitting with a cup of yogurt, blueberry, fruit on the bottom. Blended tends to be sweeter to my tongue, bo...


Whenever I miss out on something I wanted to attend, I always think to myself after, Well, who knows? Maybe if I’d gone, something horrible would have happened to me there, or as a consequence o...


While unassumingly posing on all fours for him in the bed, he pounced on my back and reached around my chest to clutch my bouncy breasts in his hands very firmly and roughly. So rough, I screame...


Saturday afternoon. Heard something fall and whipped my head around reflexively while exiting one of the closets, and hit my head really hard against the doorframe. Sat diagonally from him on t...


Song that randomly came on my ipod while I was out walking and trying to stealthily maneuver around the likely paths of frightening dangerous-looking people that seemed to just keep coming out of...


Head back against the cushion, eyes slit, breath being chased. 5 a.m. pleasure-fest by myself and I love just leaving myself wet and slippery until I manage to get up. Throat and chest feel kin...


In his truck one spring night as the empty black stretch of asphalt rolled out before us, I felt his warm sweaty hand grasp my bare thigh and come to rest on it. I’ve missed touching these whil...


Moonlight tinting the night landscape in dark watercolor washes. When it rains, the colors bleed into each other just a little bit. I dress in water when I am in water. I dress in sunlight when...


March 30, 2015

candy in The Town of Llareggub

Candy rose jacquard dress from anthropologie online looks like it’s patterned after wood grain that somehow resembles the tops of roses. I catch the side of my little brown tiger’s belly with a ...


Pulled on little white low-rise panties with miniature beach scenes in muted tropical colors, lots of tiny cabanas and lounge chairs and palm trees and girls in bikinis sunning or carrying surfbo...


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