October 2011
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grrrrrrrahshshshdhdbsugh! fuck you!
swallowed.
waking up, cold and alone on a strange floor. i was so tired, not from lack of sleep. by the time i realized where i was, there was nothing left but sad. i stumbled up the stairs, and made another bed on a floor just as unfamiliar. and my body ached for him to crawl down beside me, and just hold me, to let me know why i was there, in that place. i don’t know where i fit anymore. the only...
September 2011
3 posts
did i just write my toast?
it sucks. there’s no better way to describe it. eloquence goes out the window in situations such as these. i was reading katie’s wedding blog, and i realized that they’re going to be okay - without a doubt. they are so deliciously right for each other. it wasn’t the story of their proposal, or their thoughtful stories of communication - it was her birthday post. throughout...
August 2011
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July 2011
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shake hands with beef.
we’ve had dramatically more interesting conversations in three weeks than we have this entire last year. i feel like we left so much to silence, and i am saddened by that. just imagine how far we could have been along right now. we could have been multi-billionaires! we could have written books. we could have had books written about us. this is what talking to him feels like. it’s like sorting...
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give me a reason to be a woman.
my hands, my lips, my tongue, my thighs, my nose, my nipples, my heart - cut it all to pieces, suck them hard, kiss it lightly, pull them closer, caress it with your own, run your fingers across, cling, hold tight, cry on them, use them to wipe away your own tears. search my face for sadness in the dark, warm and wet and full of future lust.
breathe into my hair and kiss my head patiently, while...
it's a good sound.
here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten.
this is not healthy.
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woodsy rant.
it’ll be easier when i’m gone, i know that. but that hope doesn’t make it any easier to breathe right now. i just don’t understand this game. strange, because i know i’m playing it, too. it’s like i’m perpetually compelled to pretend that i can’t feel, and i’ve gotten so good at it that sometimes that numb is an actual reality. and i know...
put a number in my redbits (: →
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Sexual Orientation:
Do you Smoke?
Do you Drink?
Do you Take Drugs?
Age you get mistaken for:
Have Tattoos?
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Got any Piercings?
Want any piercings?
Best friend?
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Favorite Movie:
I’ll love you if:
Someone you miss:
Most traumatic...
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Close One
dearoldlove:
I know you’re not the one. But you came pretty damn close.
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baby treats.
do kids go through that awkward house training phase similar to puppies? like, do we praise them for every ten minutes they go without pissing on the floor? do kids piss on the floor? do they go in corners? do they ever just drop trowel and let it loose right where they stand like oblivious tiny humans? is there an awkward odorant to a household that shelters potty training toddlers? how does one...
irony.
all my exes live in texas.
June 2011
4 posts
with my own eyes.
it felt so good to laugh today, especially when there seemed to be nothing to laugh about. it took a while. we cried. we fucked. we divided property. and then we laughed. i wonder if this is how it’ll be until we don’t know each other any more. that wouldn’t be so bad at all. i felt release. the slight panic rising to my throat was probably just bile, but it was tempered easily enough by deep...
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that thing.
it’s the thing that pulls at your heart and reminds you that it’s beating only for you.
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this must be the place // talking heads
we must have moved into our apartment singing this song under our breaths or something. it had to have been seeping out of us. home, is where i wanna be, pick me up and turn me round. we must have been listening to it a lot. the bass was barrier-free and flesh with the floor for a few days, and, as we’ve since learned, apartment living is as good as communal in an old building like this, you...
May 2011
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te extraño. ni unos ni otros de nosotros nunca...
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“love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of...”
– i don’t fear love, or hate. i fear indifference.
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things we tend to lack.
duende.
&
l’appel du vide.
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