March 2012
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I go back and forth between wanting sex and just wanting someone to cuddle with and sleep next to/ wake up to in the morning….and then possibly have fantastic morning sex and pancakes for breakfast.
Whoops.
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What I Admire Most About Children
Children have the ability to love unconditionally…that is, until they’ve felt/ witnessed pain. Even then, although scarred it’s as though they see don’t see the difference in humans that as we age we tend to see as “bad” or “unsettling” or even a reason to hate someone. They see our differences as just what makes us human. And they love people for...
February 2012
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To put this in the most polite way...
I need some physical contact with someone of the male species. It’s been longer than I care to admit.
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Such a..
Holden Caulfield kind of day. Y’know, where you just want to check into a mental hospital just to get away from all the phonies and shit that drives you crazy. All it took to drive him there was talking to a hooker, walking around New York, getting beaten by an old doorman, getting kicked out of multiple prep schools, a loving sister, a dead younger brother, a phony older brother, too-nice...
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Let me talk about my greatest inspiration (please...
I’m going to talk about my brother. Not his annoying qualities, because heaven knows he has them. As do I, of course. I’m annoying as hell. Anyways:
My brother is 21. He is 80% deaf. He speaks relatively normally. He has the slight “deaf kid accent,” but people still ask what’s wrong with him. Unlike many people who lost their hearing at a young age, my brother...
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“Depression, manic-depression, schizophrenia: All that stuff they always had...”
– Girl, Interrupted (via apalace)
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I have come to the conclusion that no one actually gives a shit about what anyone else has to say.
This is not an accusation or a pity-plea. People just do not truly care.
We live in a world of every human for themselves.
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A short story that I wrote for my creative writing class. I clearly draw from personal experience rather often. The details that I had to incorporate into my story were: a fluorescent light bulb, a yard sale, salsa, empty kleenex box, and steroids.
Five-Foot Train Wreck
Tssss. The fluorescent bulbs in the overhead lights in the kitchen are out once again. I can’t reach up there to change them....
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Another night...
spitting up blood. She thought the pills were pretty. She thought it would be okay. One more couldn’t hurt, she thought. Head in the toilet, she screams. She couldn’t handle anything anymore. There’s no easy way to tell you this. Tell you the story of the day she lost her mind. They strapped her down to a cold metal table. She screamed. Who were these men? They tightened the...
Take her, break her
Leave her once, twice, thrice
She ached for your hand, but you went for her heart
With dry and gnarled hands
And nails like knives
With words as cold as ice
You shot at her with verbal bullets
Do you feel more like a man?
Push her around, knock her down
Knock her, sock her
Beat her, break her
You took her hope
Broke her spirit
What’d she do to you?
Black...
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Circles;
You traced circles on my skin
And twirled my hair between your nimble fingers
Bodies, warm and intertwined
Under gray sheets, we loved
Under gray sheets, we were honest
Naked, human truth
Blistered, broken, damaged youth
You would smile as I burrowed my face into your chest
And kiss me atop my head
In your arms, I felt safe
Now you’re gone
And I have come undone
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I'm about to spam your dashboard
With my own personal writing.
Don’t like it? Deal with it.
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