Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room, that her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready, that her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twelve. 
Kiss her under the lamppost, when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love. 
Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor, a sense of empathy and kindness, and that she will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of coffee and Coca-cola and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook. That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with her’s. She will never stop, churning out adventures, of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is.
She’s the girl reading while waiting for her coffee and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee’s already cold. She’s already forgotten it.
Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look to busy.
If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of coffee. Or of tea. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the Crossing. Tell her your characters, your dreams, and ask if she gotten through her first novel. 
It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and bookmarks and many, many books. Give her the gift of words, for writers are talkative people, and they are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid.
She’ll give you a chance.
Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies, but a girl who writes will understand. She’ll understand that sometimes even the greatest heroes fail, and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worst.
A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human.
Be her compatriot, be her darling, her love, her dream, her world.
If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her at two AM, typing furiously, the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness.
She is your Shahrazad. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you, her words turning into lanterns, turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you.
She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright. 
You will propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe in New York City. Maybe Chicago. Baltimore. Maybe outside her publisher’s office. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same.
You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second, and your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand and she will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. She’s lovely, remember that. She’s self made and she’s brilliant. Her names for the children might be terrible, but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories.
Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and she has courage, and it will be enough. She’ll save you in the oceans of her dreams, and she’ll be your catharsis and your 11:11. She’ll be your firebird and she’ll be your knight, and she’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her, a torrent, a wave, a crescendo - so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes.
Maybe she’s not the best at grammar, but that is okay.
Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty, she’s empathetic, enigmatic at times and she’s lovely. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in NYC or she may be living in a small cottage. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads. 
A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality. 
Date a girl who writes. 
Because there is nothing better than a girl who writes.
The Wolves (Act I And II)

No matter how many days go by
How many times I breathe
It still stings
like a thousand needles shooting out
From the corner of my heart where I shoved you
To keep the rest of my soul safe
When memories get triggered
Because you didn’t have to smile at meAnd your grin’s the sweetest I’ve ever seen
And I swore that I was waiting for you all my life

But I wasn’t your Honeybee
And I know now that I wasn’t crazy
For fumbling
Because someday my pain will mark you
Harness your blame and walk through

There will be no closure
Just Hello
Twas nice to know you

Don’t bother me


Come on, come in just a little bit closer so that I can
Smell your pheromones secreting from every pore
Til I can taste that onion bagel and stale coffee that you had for breakfast on my own tongue
I want you so close that our shoes tie their own laces together, like fingers intertwining
because they thought they’d found their match
I need to identify you with my eyes closed by the lingering scent of cigarettes and deodorant and cheap musk that I can’t name because I’m not familiar enough with colognes

Your finger prints are razors on my skin, each ridge leaving papercut imprints that last for days after your touch and sting when I wash my hands

What’s your favorite lyrics by your favorite band? What is your favorite band? Do you eat hot sauce on everything? Can you go on the Power Tower ten times but won’t step foot on the rickety white roller coaster? What are you afraid of? What is your best quality? Your worst quality? What do you do when you can’t sleep at night? Do you look for certain qualities in your women? Do I have any of those qualities? Are you even aware you have these benchmarks for women?

“Here’s your coffee…”


“Do you think we’re meant to feel small?” Her voice was quiet and shaky. She kept toying with a long blade of grass that she had ripped from the ground.

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You can’t

You can’t run your frozen fingers along my torso as I stretch
Or lick your lips and raise your eyebrows
Stare at my waist and hips when I wear a sweater and jeans
Instead of the t-shirt and yoga pants I’d been so accustomed to

You can’t use words like “the last thing I need” in reference to another girl
But tell me you’re buying a new shirt for your date with her
You can’t lie to me through your teeth
Denying your intentions and
Intrigue through incredulity
That radiates from you more than your body heat
When you sleep

You can’t do any of this because for once
Someone can read your insecurities
Just as you can read theirs

First Day of Spring

Her breathing slowed, chest swelling with every surge of the cellos, shivering at the release of tension in the violins.

"It’s the first day of spring / and my life is starting over again"

Was it? It felt like winter here, on the cold tile.

"For I do believe / that everyone / has one chance / to fuck up…their lives
Like a cut down tree / I will rise again / and I’ll be bigger…and stronger than ever / before”

The lingering pause lulled her but each time his voice rang again, she wanted more.

"I’m still here hoping that one day you may come back"

The smoothness of his voice, the reassurance of hoping, of future, pacified her gasps of trepidation. And again the cello cut through the night, their mournful wails made tranquil by the staccato rapping of the drum and metallic twang of guitar.

1227 /

I got this at Metamorphosis in Winnipeg, MB from THE most amazing artist I’ve ever met, Ivy Gowen. She adds so much personality and fun to the tattoo and the process, and came up with something even better than I’d imagined. These are quotes about science, love, imagination, writing, strength and education, and I’m THRILLED to have some of the words that mean most to me inked on me forever in such an awesome style.

I had wanted to share something worthy of history books
Of beautiful melodies and serene chords
Something heart-wrenching for the lonely
That others crave

In my desperation
I hadn’t realized how
Absolutely harrowing it is to be so
Vulnerable and

For you