The Girl Who Cries Wolf

hi :) I think your writing is absolutely beautiful, but there was one I never really got - could you explain the end of Rogue Planets to me? I feel like it's significant to me but I can't figure out why.

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:59:00 +1000

Hi there, thanks so much. Rogue Planets is essentially about a relationship that has lost its magic. Part of her still loves him, the other part knows they are doomed and any attempt to work things out is just postponing the inevitable. She longs for a way out but lacks the courage to end it herself which is why she is both relieved and also disappointed. x

"Morning is my favorite time of day. It’s like everything’s starting out fresh and new. I begin to..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:45:07 +1000

“Morning is my favorite time of day. It’s like everything’s starting out fresh and new. I begin to get sad around noontime, and I hate it when the sun goes down. I live with those same feelings day after day.”

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via erraticintrovert)

This has nothing to do with your poems or blog, but I'm just very curious. How do you and Michael meet? I've always wanted to know. How did things end up where they are today?

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:12:00 +1000

Hi, actually it has a lot to do with my poems and blog. If you go to my archive and start right at the beginning, you will see us fall in love. Same with his blog too.

We met when he bought a painting from me. It was an online transaction so we didn’t actually meet but struck up a conversation. He sent me some of his writing from a gothic novella he was working on and I thought it was amazing. I shared some of my poems and he was probably the first person to really support my writing. So we began writing either a short story or poem for each other every Sunday, most we have never published anywhere. It was just a tradition we kept up until I eventually hopped on a plane and we met in person and I have been here ever since. x

"We live today not in the digital, not in the physical, but in the kind of minestrone that our mind..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:04:28 +1000

“We live today not in the digital, not in the physical, but in the kind of minestrone that our mind makes of the two.”

- MoMA’s Paola Antonelli, mastermind of Talk to Me: Design and the Communication between People and Objects, at a recent TED salon titled “Design Is Everywhere.” (via explore-blog)

so specific with the type of soup. (via notational)

Hi! I just went through every single one of your pages, I love your poetry so so so much. Have you ever thought to categorize them into certain genres for easier access?

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:52:00 +1000

Hi lovely, thanks so much! I will definitely catagorize them when I have some time on my hands. In the meantime, best to go archive or hit my ask box and I’ll see if I can find you a poem in your chosen category. Just think of me as a virtual librarian. x

michaelfaudet: Lang Leav captured by iPhone in our little...

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:45:39 +1000

michaelfaudet:

Lang Leav captured by iPhone in our little studio by the sea.

Help! Free me from evil iPhone.

"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:42:32 +1000

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

- Lemony Snicket

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Fri, 17 May 2013 18:16:00 +1000

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Fri, 17 May 2013 16:02:40 +1000

"There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:59:33 +1000

“There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.”

- Ray Bradbury (via serialstranger)

I need to buy your poetry book asapp, when is it going on sale. Your writing is absolutely amazing and connects so well to me

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:58:00 +1000

I am so happy to hear this! My book is in the final, final stages so looks like it’s going to be a June release, woo! Thanks for being so wonderful to me. x

Hi, can you please explain the last 3 lines of "he loves you" to me? Thank you, btw I absolutely adore your poetry, every poem is truly a masterpiece :)

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:56:00 +1000

Hi lovely, He Loves You is about being with someone who is not over his ex. He keeps telling you he loves you, you’re amazing, I am so over my ex etc. The thing is, when you’re with someone who is actually over their ex, it’s not even an issue. It’s not something he has to keep justifying. He won’t come out and say ‘I am still in love with my ex’ but when you’re that close to someone you can always sense it. So it is more in what he doesn’t say. Hope that makes sense. Thanks beautiful xo

I think it's so cool that you actually interact with your readers and followers. I admire your work and it makes it that much sweeter to know you're down to Earth as well as gifted. xx

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:47:00 +1000

Oh my gosh, I think it’s so cool that you all interact with me! I am so grateful for every message I get, I just wish I can answer every one of them. Thank you so much sweetie xo

Hi :) I absolutely love your poems <3 I have cried too many times over some of them. There is one in particular called 'Just Friends' that you wrote that I love so much. I was wondering if it were possible to use it in a post? Is it possible for me to use your picture? I'll reference it and put you down as a source and can give you the link to the final post. If not that's totally fine! Thanks again xxx

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:41:00 +1000

Aw, that’s so sweet! I am always happy to have my work shared as long as credit is given. Thank you so much xo

I just wanted to say that you are my all time FAVORITE poet. I love how there is something for everyone!

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:39:37 +1000

Thank you so much lovely x

"As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:12:21 +1000

“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.”

- Steve Maraboli (via rainydaysandblankets)

The Dinner Guest

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:11:52 +1000

The wine sipped too quickly, has gone to my head. I watch the way your hands move as you tell your joke and laugh a little too loudly when you deliver the punch line.

His eyes flash at me from across the table. The same disapproving look he shot me earlier, as I was getting dressed.

It’s a bit tight.

Don’t be ridiculous, I say.

How do you know him again?

Just an old friend. We worked together years ago.

He clears his throat, breaking my reverie. My grin fades into a small, restrained smile.

You top up his glass.

The conversation drifts into stocks and bonds. My mind begins to wander, like a bored schoolgirl.

Your hand brushes my leg.

Was it an accident? I look at you questioningly but you are staring straight ahead, engrossed in conversation.

Then there it is again. Very deliberately, resting on my knee.

God, your hands.

They slide up my thigh and under my skirt, lightly skimming the fabric of my panties.

It’s been so long.

I part my legs under the table.

The conversation turns to politics.

A mirror effect, you say.

He looks confused. What’s this about mirrors?

The word sends a jolt through my body.

Your hand slips into my panties.

How old were u when u write your first poem?

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:57:00 +1000

Hi there, I started writing them really early, in primary school. My mind is like swiss cheese, I forget things very easily. But I found I could remember things better if they rhymed. To this day I still figure out how many days in certain months by a poem I have memorized. For my exams, I use to write poems on my pencil case that were actually maths formulas in disguise.

"I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke."

Thu, 16 May 2013 05:24:02 +1000

““I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.””

- Meredith Grey (via erraticintrovert)

sukanji: “You’re like death, you take everything.” — Milan Kundera.

Thu, 16 May 2013 05:22:00 +1000

sukanji:

“You’re like death, you take everything.”

— Milan Kundera.