Girldelinquent - Nina Catherine

sorry i can’t i’m really busy today eating fruit in bed and remembering everything i’ve ever repressed

You have a wonderful poetic voice and talent. You stuff is a joy to read.

that means so much to hear i’m so happy you enjoy reading my writing thank you very much!!

My father called early this morning. He told me someone had died, I didn’t know what else to say so I quoted Genesis 3:19, “For you are from dust and to dust you shall return.” I’m not sure if that was the right thing to say, he tells me it’s sad but it’s time. Before he hangs up he tells me that he loves me. He leans close to me, close enough to see my pupils. They reflect his image back to him and that is when he loves me.

i’m looking for love where i want salvation

i’m looking for salvation where there is none to be had

there is no need for a savior

i’m in a room alone writing

tonight this room is full and warm

If I regularly interact with your blog, you have inspired this film.

This film was deeply inspired by my 15 or so years in this beautiful place called Tumblr.

This is my film for Tumblr.

This is KILLING MYSELF TOMORROW!

No matter how many words I write or rewrite in an attempt to convey what is incommunicable, it makes hardly any difference

I reread, annotate, beg and cry but I cannot understand this anymore than you do, assuming that you understand this at all

I find myself in writing from hundreds of years ago or graffiti on some wall I happen to walk past. But when it is just me and my words, I can't fabricate this into something that is comprehensible

The very nature of it is nonsensical, contradictory and so maybe I am bastardizing one of the sole pieces of myself in a plea to understand it and make it palatable

You want magic and I can’t say with my chest that I think you’re wrong in wanting that. But I can say that you’re fatally stupid, which might be the best thing to be. Maybe it isn’t even magic you want but rule and order. You want hardship to bear fruit. For things that go up to come back down.

Guts - Nina Catherine