When the maker of tumblr is on your dashboard, always reblog.
Number one rule of Tumblr.
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Monday, June 4th, 2012
I’m wearing the shoes I’ll need for the shoot tonight,
So I don’t rely on my spotty memory
My thought as I clutch the quarters I need for this morning’s two bus rides.
They pinch my wedding ring finger
Against its silver band, whose match is in a drawer somewhere
My memories closer to dreams by now, changing with each inaccurate retelling, ebbing with my neurotide
My freed spirit unhinged from mundane thoughts of boyfriends or money or the correct shoes.
Maybe the past is like an anchor, holding us back? Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be?







