Shapes

The movable and unmovable objects and perspectives of Caroline Dupuy Heerwagen
It all made sense. And that should have been a good thing. But it isn’t always. Sometimes the things that make the most sense hurt the worst.

It all made sense. And that should have been a good thing. But it isn’t always. Sometimes the things that make the most sense hurt the worst.

Whatever hell there is inside of you I was made to out. Designed to undo any fire the world had tried to build within you and return to it all sweetness and the subtleties of youthful bliss that sway and dance within my eyes when I look at your face, so perfectly there before me, bright as the flame that had bent itself upon you, warm as the one that rises in me now under your hand.

Caroline Dupuy Heerwagen

Aversion


You can’t apply hard and fast rules to love, they say
But I think I have learned not to give much away

I’m no expert, it’s true, and I’m far from right all the time
But these days the heart I care most about is mine

So come in if you feel that this is where you’d like to be
But if you break just one thing I’ll have to ask you to leave

I am the best version of myself when I’m all alone
So if you don’t add to my life better go head and get gone

I took the long way around, cause it felt right. And I don’t know what you saw, but I saw the lights. They reached hard for the sky and that seemed like a sign to let it all go if I could. That’s all.
I took the long way around and it was narrow and mean. But this city is something I just can’t  redeem. And the lights they were reaching and my bones felt them call. You were all I could see.
That’s enough now. That’s all.

I took the long way around, cause it felt right. And I don’t know what you saw, but I saw the lights. They reached hard for the sky and that seemed like a sign to let it all go if I could. That’s all.
I took the long way around and it was narrow and mean. But this city is something I just can’t redeem. And the lights they were reaching and my bones felt them call. You were all I could see.
That’s enough now. That’s all.

The struggle is real… Photo by @priscillacscott

The struggle is real… Photo by @priscillacscott

I wrote a poem for you but I set it on fire cause it was burning my hand to write it and you don’t like those kinds of things anyhow. 
I took a bath in the middle of the night to drown my ambitions cause your voice was a pillow over my mouth and I couldn’t breathe you out. 
I closed my eyes while I was driving to see if the universe would take me back into it’s folds where I was born and you were spit out.
#BoneAcre #Work

I wrote a poem for you but I set it on fire cause it was burning my hand to write it and you don’t like those kinds of things anyhow.
I took a bath in the middle of the night to drown my ambitions cause your voice was a pillow over my mouth and I couldn’t breathe you out.
I closed my eyes while I was driving to see if the universe would take me back into it’s folds where I was born and you were spit out.
#BoneAcre #Work

Sittin with @jadaandjon 📷 by @_neg_

Sittin with @jadaandjon 📷 by @_neg_

Get up. Get movin.
Watch the girl that’s resting tween your thighs.
Get up. Get movin. 
See the moon’s half full in powder skies.
Whatever words she said to keep you dull and bleary eyed…
Get up. Get movin.
She lies, she’s nothing more than a silly kid. 
You know she is. Know exactly what her hands just did. 
It doesn’t matter cause she’d rather watch it all burn down.
So get up. Get movin. 
Fore she figures out you’re skippin town.

Get up. Get movin.
Watch the girl that’s resting tween your thighs.
Get up. Get movin.
See the moon’s half full in powder skies.
Whatever words she said to keep you dull and bleary eyed…
Get up. Get movin.
She lies, she’s nothing more than a silly kid.
You know she is. Know exactly what her hands just did.
It doesn’t matter cause she’d rather watch it all burn down.
So get up. Get movin.
Fore she figures out you’re skippin town.

Something bout the way you move makes me want to clear my throat. #fullthrottlethursdays

Something bout the way you move makes me want to clear my throat. #fullthrottlethursdays

I hate you for putting me through that. And I hate that I can’t say that you did.
I hate that you got as far as you got.
And that you’d tell me it’s all in my head.

Caroline Dupuy Heerwagen

#Yellowstone ☀️👯

#Yellowstone ☀️👯

Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.

Nayyirah Waheed  (via nofatnowhip)

Very important

(Source: reina-negrita, via lost-inthew0rld)

Dead Zones

Excerpt #3 

The river was rolling quietly by, its voice smooth and simple in the dim shade of the evening. I sat patiently waiting, pulling my fingers through the grass that grazed my ankles and toes. I could feel little else but the quiet rumbling that had been plaguing my chest for days, and as I turned my tongue over in my cheek to distract the solitude from settling more heavily than it already had I heard a stirring somewhere beyond my eyesight. My insides fluttered and my leg muscles tightened, all movement come up full stop as the shaking slid up to where I was posted.
I could feel him there, needing no sign of him at all to convince me of him. The heat of his body would hit me like a wall, the way he moved a and stood, his legs sure of their footing, his arms falling wide and steady. I didn’t know what wanting meant except that I wanted that warmth as far inside of me as warmth could go in the cool shades of this place, and he would not give me that, and I knew it. I crossed my trembling thighs over one another in an attempt at steadying them before, all beast like and torturous he stepped into my eye line, his dark eyes and hair pawing at my skin that rose up to meet him before I even could.

Me and JC 📷 : @gimmebagels 🚲💨 : @oldgoldgarage

Me and JC 📷 : @gimmebagels 🚲💨 : @oldgoldgarage