"In a sense, we are all crashing to our death from the top story of our birth to the flat stones of the churchyard and wondering with an immortal Alice in Wonderland at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles -- no matter the imminent peril -- these asides of the spirit... are the highest forms of consciousness." -- Vladimir Nabokov

"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey

who are the gods? are they us?

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking anyway. this collection shall be under the tutelage of sylvia plath's poems, and the bell jar and her lovely tortured head, in which i see something quite like mine. i hope it is enough in the end. do tell me if you've seen them. with love eleanor

i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a change in the observer's position that provides a new line of sight. the parallax of nearby stars caused by observing them from opposite points in earth's orbit around the sun is used in estimating the stars' distance from earth through triangulation. very few art works in this book belong to me.

"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (2015)

she never encountered heartbreak like this broken seeds laid to rest

Mia has lots of trouble finding the perfect man of her dreams... Maybe she is just too amazing for mortal men? Funny, naughtymystic, Limericks and other jokes.