December 2011
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In winter I moved next to the heater, stretching out in front of it and letting the heat wash over my bare body. Cheek against the cool floor, palms open and fingers splayed on the hardwood. This floor was once a forest. Home to insects and squirrels and cheeping, squawking, singing birds. These boards used to be tall, majestic trunks and delicate branches teeming with life, sounds and sights and...
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November 2011
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emmacherry:
I have two marks above my knee that look like burn-out pieces of kisses, but are actually two bruises, from something like skipping in meteor fields or crouching on pebbles near a Monday morning marsh or waking late and letting the midday sun fall in scattered chips upon the bed. Oh. There is skin peeling on one finger, where I bit it too hard and it began to resemble the hole that a...
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afternoon
haikujin:
afternoon my head on your breast your heartbeat
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“drag my teeth across your chest and taste your beating heart”
– Florence and the Machine (via taciturntom)
ethaney:
When I was sixteen I didn’t know anything but cheap novelty words and perfect endings that exist nowhere except on soft paper made hard with stark black text. And I thought beauty came from empty words, blank lies and crooked smiles. It was when I first learned water was thicker than blood, oil and water, god was now here and god was nowhere.
At nineteen I learned just how easily I...
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Driving and I wonder what would happen if I hit a patch of black ice, skidded, flipped, ended up in a ditch. What if a deer hopped out in the road and I didn’t see it until its eyes were glowing in the beam of my headlights winging around a corner. I could be blinded by some jackass’ brights reflected in mirror, could lose myself in the confusion of lights blinking, flashing, and...
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I’ve bitten my lip red raw and bloody. Flesh torn away, blood lapped up by a flick of my tongue. It scabs over and the cycle starts again. I never let it heal for very long. The urge is too great, the compulsion too strong to rip my own body apart without even thinking about it. This is a fixed connection in my brain. A habit near impossible to break and easy to slip right back into even if...
rightwritecj:
I have been working too long to create a figure, a character, a figment of a woman to grace my sheets for the night. There are only words keeping me glued to this computer screen and dim desk light. Every argument has been made and every woman has been wooed and every heart has at one point strayed. Still, this keyboard occupies my fingers while they remember the feel of your legs...
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Reblog cats. Lose two followers.
Ouch. How could you do that to the kitties?
I shall now drown my sorrows in ice cream.
Yesss.
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change-of-ideas replied to your post: Bleh. I fucking can’t write shit.
write about you owning 27 cats all named ”bootsie”…
I actually think you’ve told me to do this before, Adam…
Bit disturbing.
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Bleh. I fucking can't write shit.
renegadegirl:
#need pictures of cats to reblog
Gotcha covered, hun.
HA!
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Bleh. I fucking can't write shit.
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It's finally cold.
And I want ice cream.
I Remember
secretedsins:
I will never forget.
The sweet scent of blooming honeysuckle spreading on an evening breeze through warm spring air — that aroma of hope — will remind me.
The bite of midnight in deepest winter, air so cold it hurts, even to breath, when I’d sooner die than turn my burning face once more to the wind — that cruel sense of defenseless despair — will remind me.
I will never...
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Tired and cold but happy.
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This book is losing its smell.
That makes me sad.
It used to smell like smoke and warmth, but it’s been around me too long. The scent is fading.
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blissfullyke replied to your post: favorite number?
why? :D
It’s the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
Makes me grin a bit every time I see it now.
blissfullyke asked: favorite number?
Anonymous asked: I think you're pretty. Goodnight and sleep well :)
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Ask/Tell me things before I succumb to sleep. →
Sleep...... No. No, I can't sleep. I don't know...
I take stubborn to a new, idiotic level.
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There are sunbeams in winter, but they do nothing to illuminate a dark corner or warm a lonely body. These are just weak remnants of a sunlight that once was but isn’t anymore. Slanted, a steep angle from the window, across my floor, to a wall in shadow. I stand in these patches of light like I did in the summer, eager to feel a gentle heat on my toes, but there is nothing. And even though I...
I am tired, so tired, but I don't want to go to...
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katskradlexx:
I hate my kids. I would die for them. Take a bullet, jump in front of a bus, lay down on a set of railroad tracks. But I hate them. I am no longer me, but “Mommy”. Every day their sticky little hands reaching up for me and greedy little mouths pleading for “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”
Yes, Mommy’s here. Mommy will feed you and wipe your faces and read stories at night and give you...
The Business About My Breasts - Forbes →
nedhepburn:
Susannah is an amazing writer. Four days ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer. This is her recollection of the events of that day and the appointments leading up to it.
It’s weird, I guess, to go through life thinking something like this won’t happen to you - that everyone is impervious to such things. And then it happens to someone as verbose and gifted as Susannah and she...
Anonymous asked: Do you find yourself attracted to girls?
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Shy Away
misfit-words:
I hope if you fall Hopelessly in love with me You’ll tell me I won’t tell you
