“They kept asking me, ‘What does the poem mean? What does the poem mean?’ And it was frustrating me because poems don’t mean. They suggest. They enact. They provoke.”
hi tumblr. it’s been a while. i’ve somehow found myself a partner which is v nice so i’ve been distracted but also i stumbled upon conversations w/ a boy i was bloody in love with in scotland and i’ve missed him ever fricken since and i’m angry at myself and also crying and i’ve got that weird disconnected dissociated feeling and i don’t KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT
i just want to go back to edinburgh please
and yes. current boy knows i want to move back overseas, nobody panic
