Mia-Francesca

Songwriter, poet and journalism student living in melbourne.
I’ve had a really emotional week, but the sun is shining today and it feels like Spring is coming.

I’ve had a really emotional week, but the sun is shining today and it feels like Spring is coming.

what resembles the grave but isn't

anneboyer:

Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another…

What we don’t understand we can make mean anything.

—Chuck Palahniuk (via likeafieldmouse)

Awful cat and The Theban Plays

God called me Fish Heart. Lily Mouth. I was an evening sort of girl. He liked me better ripped up, bar bathrooms, bar peanuts, skip the small talk. We’re both Adam. We’re both Eve. In the mornings, swallowing bait, swallowing nails, pulling apart the microwave, two forks and an empty socket. Baby, there is always a limit. Hours spent rubbing my belly, waiting for watermelon trees, or orange bushes, or flowers heavy with green apples. And now, this is what I can dissect: his fingers in the gut of the fish, his fingers in the core of the flower, always pulling. Like it wasn’t enough to feel, like He had to see, to know.