“Be Nice To Yourself. It’s Hard To Be Happy When Someone Is Mean To You All The Time.”

Don’t Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering

“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton

Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy

I see your face, your hair. Your smile. Your voice(even that sweet mouse like laugh) [ I tell no lies] that you so disliked but I so loved, in every girl I see.

“And when I drove to the seafront to find myself in the comforting silence of waves rolling to the shore, the ocean screamed your name.” - // of oceans and lovers j.d.m.

"Shame dies when stories are told in safe places." - Unknown

Maybe I can’t find the words to say what you mean to me,

but my actions speak louder than anything I could voice

I will show my love for you in everything I do

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself

From Sage Enderton’s chapbook, WHERE DO DEAD GIRLS WANDER?, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/where-do-dead-girls-wander-by-sage-katherine-enderton

In my bed in my head in my heart

I walk down memory lane because

I love running into you

Rose tinted memories come flooding in

And I have you back for a few

Its hard to think

That not everything is cataclysmic

That the universe didn't plan for us

When all the pieces seemed to have fallen into place

Wrong person right timing?

Maybe next time around

When you're brought into my orbit

Ill have new moons and might finally know my place in this galaxy

But will our gravity be enough to make you stay

3 years ago I wasn't enough

3 hours ago I was too much

And what a shame

I had already imagined us

I dont know if I loved you, or the space you filled

In my bed, in my head, in my heart

And I can still see it

Concerts in your boxers and rooftop philosophies

I loved the thought of being with you

Or maybe it was the thought of not being on my own anymore

Alone

In my bed, in my head, in my heart

How do I ask the universe for anything other than you?

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IMBIMHIMH 28/12/21