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don’t dedicate a song to me
Don’t dedicate a song to me.I want a whole album. One song feels impulsive. Like you were in a mood. An album means you sat with it. That you kept coming back. That the feeling didn’t leave when the night ended. I like the idea of being a theme. Different tracks, different moods. One for…
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are we still writing them?
Are we still writing love letters?I hope so. I really do. I’ve always loved them. Not just one. All of them. The messy ones, the confident ones, the ones that say too much and the ones that stop right before they should. I love the idea of someone sitting down and thinking, I want her…
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red, lately
I’ve been wearing red a lot. Not on purpose. It just keeps ending up on me. A lipstick I don’t wipe off right away. Nails I don’t feel like changing. A dress I put on and leave on longer than I planned. Red feels sexy in a slightly obnoxious way. Like black, but louder. Black…
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twenty bouquets
They were already everywhere when I noticed.On the table. By the window. Lining the counter like they’d been there all along. I laughed, not because it was funny, but because it felt right. The kind of right you don’t question. You just accept it and move on with your day. I walked through my apartment…
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Tatiana Jerome Books
I have always written books the same way I journal. Slowly. Honestly. Without trying to impress anyone. I never sit down thinking about what a book should sound like. I sit down thinking about what I need to say, and what I wish someone had said to me when I was in it. Books, for…
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Tatiana Jerome Journals
I did not start journaling because I was trying to heal or transform or become anything. I started because I have always been a writer. As a teenage girl, I wrote constantly. Notes, thoughts, feelings, fragments of conversations, things I did not know how to say out loud. I was putting my thoughts somewhere safe…