CONTROL the inside of my body holds contradictions down in the midst of heated arguments, and with colliding trajectories I try to drown out the multiple voices inside my head. they reemind me of locusts in the summer times, feeding, buzzing, distracting. they are my patient, paid therapost deeming me (yet again), appropriately unfixable
i sent a flirty email to my potential english teacher next year and he responded and used an exclamation point and the word earnest so i know he wants the d
EXIT I have reason to believe i’d be happier over there. But sadness isn’t a place, and I hope its not a fate, but if the former, where’s the escape?
writingsforwinter: Tonight, even breathing seems like something I should fill out a job application for since I have to work so hard at it. Once, I thought about renting a bus and painting the word Love on the outside like some people do with ships, so the motto would be love will take you anywhere. But then I realized that passengers would make a conscious decision not to ride it since...
COMPARISONS I lust after the damages I see within others, they remind me in some ways I am more complete less fractured, our wreckages well-masked
SUGARSWEET All these pills metaphysical of my inadequacies So many things I couldn’t say, incapibility lining my lips bittersweet tingling the aftertaste of non-belonging of wanting, daunting sugarsweet effort (too much too much too much) consumed sick to my stomach of all the trying, here’s the difference between not wanting anyone and wanting absolutely no-one there...
CONSTRUCTION if they had told me from the start that the only thing standing between knowing myself and subsequently everything was just me, and that it wasn’t so difficult to love ourselves this journey would have been less bruised and battered. But, I wonder How many experiences would therefore not have drowned at sea, thrown into abysses I dreamt of not having given away so...
Anonymous asked: can you write more for us about love and being in love?
“find me the sweetest boy, with a heart more hopeful than spun sugar on a hot day, i will teach him the meaning of meaningless nights.” clementine von radics
“we became the stewards of something uncomfortable, burdensome, which we hated because we were living outside the realm. there was no one to applaud their value and they themselves failed to understand it.” Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
[[MORE]] its been so long since i’ve had a really good kiss
fleurishes: I wish there could be an exit- interview for the end of a relationship, where I could take you to a little room in the apartment we bought together on a whim, where I could ask what it was exactly that made you fall out of love with me, where we could discuss, in detail, the things we both could have improved upon. Maybe I would tell you about the guy who touched my thigh in...
most nights the moment my head hits cold fabric my skull reassembles. a sticks to c and b sticks to e and d is left down, at the bottom of the ocean. i do not think of the broken ends and jagged gravel that paves your front walk too clearly reminded of my bi-weekly sunday morning walks of shame my friends do not know about you. have not seen the demon that i’ve seen (allowed devouring) ...
I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like...– The Remaining Mirrors; I Wrote This For You (via sickur)
after all these years
writingsforwinter: You’re having coffee in the morning, one of those mornings where everything is slow and sleepy and you’re still waking up, and then all of a sudden you’re kissing him, the kiss that involves two mouths that are still swollen from the night before, and the early rain is starting outside of the windows though it’s still sunny. There’s a bruise on his thigh the shape of a...
10 ways to get over him
1. Take yourself out to dinner and buy two bottles of fancy wine, then down them in gulps while you wait for the appetizers to arrive. Order the most expensive entrees; try something new-duck slathered in plum sauce, leg of lamb with fresh parsley on the side. Then smile at all the other patrons as they watch you enjoy that slice of thick, luscious chocolate cake like you used to enjoy his mouth. ...