(A while back, something terrible happened between the head and the heart. They’ve hardly spoken ever since.)

Hi, I'm Kalyn. I hope you feel at home in my words.

My first book of poems and essays entitled "High Wire Darlings" is now available. Please visit my book page for ordering info.

Anonymous said: would you be okay with people performing pieces of yours at open mics? with proper credit to you, of course.

Oh my goodness. Absolutely! Thank you for asking.

I have emotions

that are like newspapers that

read themselves.

I go for days at a time

trapped in the want ads.

I feel as if I am an ad

for the sale of a haunted house:

18 rooms


I’m yours

ghosts and all

written by richard brautigan, revenge of the lawn (via theredsun)

Put cumin in my coffee instead of cinnamon because clearly I am having a good day.


Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

I happened to check this when it reached exactly 400,000 notes. I remember writing this two years ago when I had about 10 minutes before I had to get out the door. I remember the feeling, exactly. And the weight of those moments that I didn’t see a way out of. I had to write something down just to feel a little less anxious and a little more sane before I left home for the world that day. I hesitated to even post this because it just seemed like a rant or a journal entry. I certainly didn’t see it as a polished piece of writing, but it didn’t need to be. I’ve received so many messages about this piece all along the lines of someone feeling less alone or being relieved to know that someone else was in the same place they were. At 25, I still find myself in moments like these. When it happens, I often think of those messages and it eases that certain kind of panic a little. So, 400,000 notes later, I want to thank you all for helping me feel less alone. For your support and encouragement and kindness. You’ve made the world a little brighter. 

Words were different when they lived inside of you.
written by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via wordsnquotes)

(via backshelfpoet)

Rock, paper, sunset, shoot.

Rock, paper, sunset, shoot.

See the “Make it stop” button at the top of the screen? CLICK IT. We have to do what we can before sites like tumblr cease to exist. Before grass roots organizations and non-profits can’t afford to promote and connect via internet anymore. Before most of the art you see takes so long to load that people don’t even bother anymore. Big business shouldn’t have a say in what loads and thus what gets seen.

Anonymous said: PT. 1: Hi Kalyn! I'm an avid reader of your blog & have been for a long time. You have incredible talent! I write for a website that's in its early stages called 'Wallflower at the Disco'. I am in charge of the travel & literary segments of the blog (You can find my posts under 'Ruby Bisson') & am searching for wonderful people to share with the world. I was wondering if I could promote your book via interview, and maybe share some snippets of your writing?

This site is beautiful as is your work. I am so glad you got in touch and am honored that you think enough of my writing to ask for an interview. I would love that! Please send me an email. kalynroseanne@gmail.com

PS: I just found your blog and am already in love with it and can’t wait to pour over it when I have more moments on the internet.



Anonymous said: I love all of your literary works. Your choice of words and the way you choose to put them is absolutely brilliant. And I adore the person you are. Please don't ever stop whatever you're doing cause you're doing an amazing job at it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your words went straight to my heart and lifted it up. <3

If you and I talked about meeting up when I am in the Cumberland Island, New Orleans, or Tallahassee area, please send me a message! I cannot seem to find your contact info and those trips are finally all solidified.

Normality is a paved road. It’s comfortable to walk along, but no flowers grow on it.
written by Vincent van Gogh (via psych-facts)

(via purreness)

It is sometimes good to stop analyzing all the feelings that pass through your heart and worrying about days that are one, two, three months away. To make macaroni and cheese and watch something on Netflix and go to bed early on a Saturday night while the rain falls further than you ever will.

The smallest sample of my shoot with Evie. She&#8217;s so beautiful.
Babysitting a sleeping kid whose parents have an awesome library. I&#8217;ve had worse Thursdays.

Babysitting a sleeping kid whose parents have an awesome library. I’ve had worse Thursdays.