arkansas traveler

What's to be done with a prodigal son?
Fetch him a tall drink of water
But there's none in the cup, cos he drank it all up
Left for a prodigal daughter

- Michelle Shocked, Prodigal Daughter

You are the rawest of the raw, the rawest of the raw, the rawest of the raw

never understand/ never can ignore
I'm rotten to the core/
Since nineteen ninety four

If it makes you happy...

Congratulations. I hope that ring on your finger or the two pink lines on the pregnancy test finally bring you the validation you so desperately seek in a world where you were never quite pretty or cool enough. But I somehow doubt it.

Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
Be still
Be

for boy w and girl m

Two years... since my favourite lost her favourite, and the littlest one - the miracle baby - lost his partner in crime. The answers never arrived, so we cleave to the mystery.

We lift our hands up to the sky - our questions in one palm and our pain in the other. We find a way to hold them both at once, because love is big enough to hold the paradox, the divine tension. This is our offering and our remembrance. The pieces of our shattered innocence.

folie en masse

Our souls are begging for the world to fuck us over. Something deeper in us wants to remember it.... That we are not special at all; we are one of many, a cog in the mystery machine. And it will come as a great relief, to shirk the burden of uniqueness, to find we’re here for something bigger than our facebook profiles.