Hey there, I'm Ali. I'm 20 years old. I love to write and read and draw and paint and listen to music much too loudly, as long as it gets me away from where I am.


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"Do you remember Christmas break?
We hung out almost every day,
and I can honestly say I fell back in love with you.
Your hair is my favorite, sometimes I really miss it,
Maybe I’m being stupid or just a little sentimental.
I know you’ve made some new friends,
and I have made some new friends,
and we’ve still got the old friends,
we still got each other,
so when you go back to college try and send me a letter,
and I’ll try to come visit but I work so much this semester.
I always liked your smile, and I always loved your laugh,
and the first time that we hung out you let me hold your hand,
Your red hair is my favorite,
now I know I’m gonna miss it.
Maybe I’ll try and visit but everything is gonna be different. 

This song just made me get all teary eyed like a little bitch. I hate having emotions and I hate that Paul Baribeau can basically read my mind and then turn it into an amazing and sappy song.

an edit, after more writing was done in my phone memos…

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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
(via larmoyante)

i think i’ve figured out the way in which i will go insane 

happy birthday #what 

Will you guys like and/or reblog my poetry once I enter the Where Are You Press poetry contest? 

written in my phone memos after smoking under the bridge

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