" With the Icelandic waves rolling in my chest
and the sound of your steps on the snowy beach
I lay down to sleep last night
on my creased bed.
I dreamt you and I were a kiss:
time, all time. Then you make a sandcastle of yourself.
Later I plunged the depths
and couldn’t see what anything meant -
just food for fish and smaller fish and smaller fish.
All I know now is,
even if I have nothing else,
I have this -
all the nothing that this is.
"
by Rebecca O’Connor, “All the Nothing That This Is” (via contramonte)

threelisabeth:

so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

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threelisabeth:

so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

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