From Me by Caroline Smith and the Good Night Sleeps

I remember when the trees would

swing their fruit in the breeze.

I was little past eight years old

cradled in innocence and worth.

Swinging their fruit in the breeze,

under impressions of abundance;

cradled in innocence and worth

in the warm, wet spring of youth.

Under impressions of abundance,

before the paper hit the front door

in the warm, wet spring of youth; 

Morning would come to mean misery.

Before the paper hit the front door,

and the death toll wrote itself over my face, and

morning would come to mean misery

as dreamt of reclaiming clean lungs.

And the death toll wrote itself over my face, and

I left the flowers growing in the fields, because

As I dreamt of reclaiming clean lungs,

I desperately clung to conservation.

I left the flowers growing in the fields, because

love is not possession, it is appreciation.

I desperately clung to conservation.

I remember when the trees would.

Anonymous asked: Violet

Do you like where you’re from?

Well enough. I think that after spending your entire life in one place, it’s natural to want to experience a new place. That being said, I am most comfortable driving these streets in the morning, and I am always enchanted and fearful of the sea. My community is very cultivating of the arts and healthy living (despite it’s superficial tendencies in these areas) which is definitely something to be admired. If you’re not looking for trouble, it’s not likely you would find it, but if you are then I think it is easily found. It is a very busy area, and a tourist trap of sorts. All in all, Sarasota (and Florida as a whole) has it’s redeeming and demeaning qualities, but it has always been my home. And one day I know that I will miss it, but I also know that I will find home somewhere else;

somewhere cleaner and quieter.

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
Jasmine: What color looks best on you?
foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?
Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?
Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?
Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?
Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?
Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?
Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
Poppy: What color was your childhood home?
Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
Violet: Do you like where you're from?
Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?
Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?
Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?
Dandelion: Do you think you're important?
The Good That Won't Come Out by Rilo Kiley

I can’t sleep because

I have to get it

out of me:

You only allow me

to day-dream, pulse

racing too fast to

relax. You only

allow me to

hurt myself,

with jagged fragments

of the past and

the shards of

feeling I could never

pin down. What if

we were somewhere

nobody knew

who we were?

I would let you kiss me

and taste the metal filament

of my tongue between

the shattered bulbs

of my teeth; Passionately

extinguishing an idea

too excited by our chemistry

to be contained.

Passenger Seat by Death Cab for Cutie