Hollywood glamourized my youth. I am now a young, urban psychopath.
Nicole Brooke Gagnon
i like seeing the glow
of light polution
it reminds me that
in the distance
there’s a city
full of restaurants
that are still open
and people who
leave the lights on
like they’re searching
and it helps
because right now
as i look toward it
i know that at least one of them
i wish we spoke more
so i could tell you
that i cried in the shower again
but this time i wasn’t afraid
this time it was beautiful
and slow moving
like the world was when
i was getting to know you
- Nelson Mandela (via nkos)
My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.
- Søren Kierkegaard (via sylphwings)
- Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via nkos)