February 2011
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anewamericanclassic-deactivated asked: What's halfway between us? Hawaii? I'll meet you there.
contention asked: <3
Want One →
anewamericanclassic-deactivated asked: I have absolutely no inspiration to write today. It's been a bad day. And sometimes I hate that you're on the opposite side of the world.
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dnnyca asked: One day I'll make it out there.
philosophicalcatlady231-deactiv asked: "I know I will throw myself in front of a train, someday soon."
No you will not.
No you will not.
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Housing ill and sick tree limbs
I am so sick of being sick, of being ill, of feeling my mind curl into a diseased circle of flesh. I am so tired of images that make me feel at odds with my form.
I am at odds with the sun, with light in general. If I step outside, I sense my fingers curl into fists, with which I could shake at the sky. Why are you still bright? When people are failing. Everyone I love has failed. Been failed.
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Oh, adore and please forget.
Dear ___
I’m not 100% sure why I started this as a letter to you, to be honest, I am a little scared & the thought of your smiling face made this too large, mean city seem a little more bearable. Like, if you were here, we could just scatter through the streets, completely unharmed. I even ordered a glass of Ra Nui Sav, because it was the only NZ wine, & I thought it might remind me...
obfuscates asked: me and my friend are just discussing how fabulous you are. take care. x
obfuscates asked: what you just posted is absolutely beautiful. is it biographical? i hope you are okay. i had to read that twice, its just so heartbreakingly beautiful. x
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No, but wait.
Making Love was not something that came naturally to me.
Pretending to be loving it when someone who’s fucking me, fucks me; That used to be my greatest talent. But after spending time and countless evenings being clutched at by appendages that seemed to need my affectionate skin; there is no way, that given the chance, I could feign immeasurable delight, under or over bodies I could care...
I ate really well today.
And I do not feel better for it.
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Why I sneeze when I'm hungry/nauseously so →
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Arcade Fire - The Suburbs
Sometimes I can’t...
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Never search for a name you detest
There is a girl table-dancing in my future. This girl has half the same face as me. The other half is drawn [charcoal etched and smudged, blurred lines with whorls of thumb-prints like sea-shells. Identity smeared everywhere], tired and dark-eyed.
Still getting wasted, though. I’m not a bad person I’m not a bad person I’m not I’m not.
I was going to walk a mile in your...
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fur74 asked: We need to try that again. No full moons and places where things can, and so often do, go wrong. Summer's almost over and we're yet to sink our teeth into the abundance of fresh meat offered to us. xo
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Truth would be easier if it were painted white
My doctor - “Are you eating enough?” And me - “..Enough for what?”
But I leave them perplexed because my blood tests phone me back screaming YOU SHOULD BE A FUCKING HEALTH REPRESENTATIVE.
Her - “Have you felt faint?” I -“From the pills you put me on nine months ago.” Her - “Are you sure?” I - “The last nine months feel like a...
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I have only ever been poised or violently sexual around you. Oh no, wait. I threw up that time. Yeah.
Don’t try to tell me that wasn’t attractive. My make up didn’t even run.
It’s times like these [and times like those, those times I didn’t forget] that the people you have earned the respect of come out of the woodwork like glittering, safe, hard-backed insects....
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Our Bovine Public - The Cribs
Well you say nothing...
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Dog eared on the end of a chapter; again.
Something I did today: Resigned.
Surprised? So am I. Exhilarating. I feel like my muscles are rubbing against each other on a bed on silk sheets, shirtless. Dicing peppers on my pulse points. Every sensitive spot burns.
And this night, I should have minded she had lied down where I had. The better version of me, physically. She talked like a fucking infant, though. Which strikes me as rather...
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And then the then that went with you.
Over 80 percent of lung cancers are caused by smoking. .. What are the other 20 odd percent caused by? And my head goes - YOUR FACE.
I was outside your work and felt like scrawling my name on one window. I spent $90 on Pantone pens. One of them is white. I used them to colour in a picture of Bambi and Thumper. Wish you were as raucous as me right now, huh?
New guy at work and I get into a...
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Arcade Fire - Half Light I
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Worth and write and wrong [you are]
Feeling the lack of substance again, my conversations swell and peak, though. And sure, whatever rage I feel is potent and transparent [think musk perfume, on the corners of my lips and eyes]. Smothering my smile in mercury, my liquid, metallic words. Deceive and delight. Did you think I would let you observe the disease of sorrow render me sullen and sultry? Red-eyed and blue lipped? Hah. I have...
anewamericanclassic-deactivated asked: Dork? We're either twelve again or you're just flirting now. Really trying to get my ring, eh?
anewamericanclassic-deactivated asked: Well, I won't fight you, but I promise you do.
And that's that.
And that's that.
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anewamericanclassic-deactivated asked: Christ, some days I wish I had your talent for writing.
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If I cut my hair and never set foot in my mouth,...
Work is always in a wrinkled shirt. Head office guy [looking sanded and orange] down from the big city, looks at me like I should care.Yeah, I really don’t. And I’m not about to start. I don’t own an iron. Go fuck yourselves.
Even if I did own an iron, I’d probably still wake up late/not actually give anything resembling a fuck about the face I’m putting forward...
Anonymous asked: so are you going or what?
clunge2000-deactivated20110602 asked: hiatus, stay, go. all will hurt as we hurt with you when you post. we hurt for you. we like the hurt.
If you go, we still hurt for you.
we're here for you whatever you decide.
my vote? prick your fingers, let them run over your keyboard. your pain helps with mine. your 'high' posts show me things that I want, beauty I've never...
If you go, we still hurt for you.
we're here for you whatever you decide.
my vote? prick your fingers, let them run over your keyboard. your pain helps with mine. your 'high' posts show me things that I want, beauty I've never...
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Roughnight
Please stop telling me you hate me. Everything you ever did, and now will never do; turns your head away from mine in disgust.
Today at $14 an hour, all I can manage to keep me standing is protein in shapes. No plates of cake on my bookshelf this morning. Spent the evening feeling Absinthe stories play behind my eyes and grass under my knees, strong arms of boys I knew, now men, strung across my...
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Gee Ess Are
Crying out [on the floor, of your house] Wishing the breath on your lips to stay in your blood Transfer from your lungs And that rich red to remain [on the inside of your veins]
Have you met my friend Maltitol?
All the money you left And your unmade bed Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck.
You said “Spend it on friends, because they are important” How hypocritical and nonsensical and whimsical...
trekstomachupicchu asked: Seriously though..
If you find yourself getting frustrated at the fact that you can't post certain things because certain people read this.. then don't post.
If you start to miss posting here and want to post something.. then do it.
Perhaps don't do something drastic like shut down this beautiful blog.
But maybe...
If you find yourself getting frustrated at the fact that you can't post certain things because certain people read this.. then don't post.
If you start to miss posting here and want to post something.. then do it.
Perhaps don't do something drastic like shut down this beautiful blog.
But maybe...
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ladiedanger asked: You might not want a message from someone you know in real life, seeing as it is one of the reasons you don't feel you can post much of your writing. But i'm going to say this anyway. I think you are talented, super talented, among many other things. I enjoy reading everything you post, you have a way with words which I envy, and honestly it made me sad to hear you were leaving tumblr. I...
