This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

April 9 / sidbranca thisbedisaship I’d like to write a platonic love letter to my best friend because she is more deserving of flowery prose and whiskey-fueled declarations of undying devotion than plenty of the men (and women) who’ve received them but part of why I value her presence in my life so highly is that I don’t need to sublimate my feelings into poems I can just talk to her like an actual human. - I am so fucking grateful to be writing every day again I feel just a little bit healthier like the days I almost drink as much water as I’m supposed to. - I am trying to be kinder to myself: finally dig the dark nights out from under my nails, let the scum float to the top and be skimmed off, remember that I am best to the world I would have love me if I am best to myself.

April 9 / sidbranca thisbedisaship

I’d like to write a platonic love letter to my best friend
because she is more deserving of flowery prose and whiskey-fueled declarations of undying devotion
than plenty of the men
(and women)
who’ve received them
but part of why I value her presence in my life so highly
is that I don’t need to sublimate my feelings into poems
I can just talk to her
like an actual human.
-
I am so fucking grateful to be writing every day again
I feel just a little bit healthier
like the days I almost drink as much water as I’m supposed to.
-
I am trying to be kinder to myself:
finally dig the dark nights out from under my nails, let the scum float to the top and be skimmed off, remember that I am best to the world I would have love me if I am best to myself.