February 2012
8 posts
The Revolution is My Boyfriend: Hagiography. →
beverly-heels:
At the time, a week seems innocuous. A week seems manageable. You get through weeks without having something to look forward to at the end, so this should be easier, right? You tell yourself this. “See you next week,” they say. You agree. You say yes, yes of course, in a week, that is obvious….
sendthisinsendthisinsendthis…… somewhere! anywhere! I fucking love...
finishing
I wish I could finish books the way that I finish relationships. I wish I could finish work the way that I finish a cigarette. I wish I could finish the way that I finish you.
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functioning from a sense of abundance…
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feelin sum meta.
birds don’t think of suicide or carry loneliness upon their wings like we do. your strands of hair aren’t saving money away for the next gen of strands to fall back on. your skin cells aren’t devastated that their only job is to protect and shed, repeatedly. flowers don’t weep for the buds that drown in snow frost. our tragedy can only be summed up to luxury.
“A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and...
…..right?
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i just submitted my first piece of writing to somewhere, could’ve been anywhere really. the note i attached simply said that i am not so confident in my skill as i am certain that most of my writing is real, immediate and (sometimes, i hope) provocative. we’ll see.
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stories about anybody.
You could meet your future husband at the laundromat. He smiles at you and is turned on: not by your lingerie, but by the tenacity of your folding and organizational skills. He is intrigued by how efficient you are, and you sense that he would appreciate your good sense and domestic together-ness. He looks at your polka-dot dress and imagines you wearing it at dinner. He also has a broken hand,...
oniochalasia asked: yo asshole this is my url ill bribe you to give it back yo man i miss my gypsy man xo
January 2012
2 posts
To: the sociopathic x
You don’t get it, and never will. So why do I pain myself by trying? Your ego is in the way of growth.
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tumblr?
November 2011
5 posts
sentimental suicide.
there’s no big picture thinking in a tiny brainnnnn.
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pluto.
i should really stop smoking, i think to myself most nights when i lay down with my chest in pain. but then there are those moments like standing in my still garden, moon casting down on my face as i enjoy the stars and my vices. when the sun is in scorpio i tend to push my limits a little more. tend to indulge in the nitty gritty parts of life, and enjoy self-destruction a little more. i sit...
October 2011
16 posts
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between the delicate baseline, the sensual current of crowded bars and voodoo passed between the lips of old friends seen in new lights, emptiness stirs. you can almost hear it claw through the night, even though day was spent filling with not-quite-fulls. you never quite lost the sight of it. never quite unheard the silence gaining volume.
and it is all you can do to not make bad decisions as a...
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agoraphobia/palindrome
if reality really means what i’m sitting with, please check me out of it. i want the flighted fancies and excitement that hope colours in, without the inevitable crash of realization. i find myself quite humourous, the distortions i manage to conjure. i should really be a lawyer that defends my own sadness. i am afraid to leave my house and then i am afraid to come back to it. what do you...
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a pussy and a six pack
walking home along barton street all the drunks and homeless staring me down cause i got everything they want: a pussy and a six pack
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I want to move on. Just let me.
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diving bell.
and i, well i have seen both, the underbelly and potential of both love and myself only to conclude that: i am tired of weak men who only wade or sink while i float alone, my face to the sun.
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back to the grind
One of those days where I wonder to myself what exactly I am doing in this city/in this job/with my life/for my future/to cultivate meaning, but I don’t have enough time to contemplate it because I have to go make $$$ for the bills, yo.
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gloomy
Is it weird to that I am trying to channel myself, but when I felt like I had some kind of spark to offer the world?
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September 2011
14 posts
You gotta be strong enough to handle how other people react to your truth. & you gotta be brave enough to give it to them.
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synesthesia
my father always smelt like oil, and my mother smelt like milk my lovers lips taste like dark liquor or caramel & his hair is a mess of fruity tangles that when unwashed smell like wood. my baby smells like nostalgia he reminds me of the rain lips taste more like a cream & if his kisses had a colour they would be blue
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rain
alone just ain’t my forte.
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flood.
I must leave it behind and climb to a new place now. This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.
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....
girl, you’ve got to know when it’s time to turn the page when you’re only wet because of the rain.
August 2011
1 post
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July 2011
4 posts
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starry-eyed
my outward perspective is all positivity today, even on this gloomy day. the fact of the matter is that all people are walking around with their connector receptors sparkling every which way and i keep walking side by side with people for brief moments, sharing the same vibe and it is just so….so fresh. so lovely. my chest and hands and brain are all open despite the pester of anxiety that i...
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empty empty empty
this hollow is eating my poor gut away.
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on: self repeating, destructive...
Over it.
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strangers, or rather, self-proclaimed messiahs (briefly i even believe them in moments elated with eyes closed & legs apart) let their gospels run verses upon my skin while blasphemy sedates my mind i praise abdominal altars and worship false idols that pierce me with universal bleeding truth