Eleven months have passed and I can still feel the reverberation of all the moments I never thought I’d have—murmuring under silky sheets, morning breath-laced i love you’s, soft kisses along brow bones. Sometimes I can feel this day before I fall asleep, pressed up against me, brushing the baby hairs away from the nape of my neck. It’s the before. Before the kiss, the innocent curling of bodies, the waking up next to each other. It is the last day for almost a year where you were not the first thing on my mind. It is the last day I will not have known the feel of your lips, the weight of your body, the unfurling of your limbs next to mine. It is the day before all the most important days. I can barely remember it, but it matters. It is a glimpse of what could have been if you had not kissed me, if we had not fumbled our way into something better.
Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly
the only song that matters
Pet Peeve of the Day: So I was at the gym today when something quite infuriating happened. As I was bringing weights over to the mat for my best friend and I, a guy said to me “man, you’re gorgeous.” I didn’t respond nor look at him (because I don’t have to) and as I’m walking away he says, “you don’t respond? god, you’re welcome.”
like. are you kidding me right now? are you actually mad that i didn’t stop my workout and drop to my knees and kiss the feet of a guy who complimented me? are you that self-important?
i don’t have to talk to you or acknowledge you or be thankful~* that you complimented me. my self worth is not reliant on random comments from boys at the gym. in short: i’m sooooooo over men who think they are more important than they are, who think their words will make or break your world. goodbye to you.
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.
:’) :’) :’)
Victoria Siemer, also know as Witchoria, is a graphic designer hailing from Brooklyn, New York. Human Error is a series of nostalgic polaroids that depict the broken heart as a computerized error that may or may not be restored in a few mouseclicks.