Back home, the girls are not soft —
they pit peaches with their teeth,
drink sadness like they’re starving.

They always dance alone,
listen to songs with lyrics
about strawberry wine.

They blossom like beer bottles,
wear october on their shins,
split open, screaming —

a foreign rose
just aching
for a fight.

The Girls Back Home | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

I saw the most incredibly powerful piece of theatre yesterday that has refuelled my passion for acting. It was a four woman show written by Naomi Wallace and directed by Caitlin McLeod entitled “And I And Silence”.

Everyone in New York needs to see it. That’s all.

You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

What my relationships have taught me.  (via bailar-en-la-oscuridad)