(Source: nirvikalpa)
Osho, The Book of Secrets (via nirvikalpa
)
I been away. I moved from the big city. This is no longer where I stay, I will be heading to my new place tomorrow. My online presence maybe scarce for awhile, but I wanted to say hello and I didn’t abandon this place.
Anaïs Nin (via terramantra
)
I had a lover who found patting me on the bum a chore. what a silly rabbit. Pats on the bum does glorious things to my brain, how agreeable I become.
the longer necklace I found on my way to the subway this morning.

a song about the days i experience before bleeding.
i cancelled meetings/ to crawl into a hole/ i need a bit more rest today/ need the mornings untouched by thought/ and a space to be, a space to dream a space to grieve
I am not a mother, not this time.
its not funny/ not this hour/ confronted by the corner of my mind/ haunted by indecision/ and repressed emotion/ i need space to be, a space to dream, space to grieve
that i am not a mother, not this time.
where’s the chocolate/ i don’t need boy/ just a hand in mind/ been picking at my face again/ been craving sex again.
I am not a mother, not this time.