To-Do List: February 201502-02-2015 FCFB banana juice02-02-2015 Standing up like an old lady02-02-2015 Sleepy little suburb02-02-2015 My weeks revolve around thursdays06-02-2015 Laughter on trains07-02-2015 A goddess, poetry and a fallen angel09-02-2015 Propensity for density15-02-2015 Ask your mother about a black and white cat16-02-2015 Dogs at patting height16-02-2015 Pumpkin porn18-02-2015 For as long as it lasts because that's not forever18-02-2015 How many people are just people? or do we all have gods inside of us.27-02-2015 The difference between knowing and not knowing is tears
A Cat's Promisefor as longas it lasts
Mot Familiarwe will walkin the shadowstogetheryour lightand our darknessforever
To-Do List: January 201504-01-2015 She wakes up to hear the rain04-01-2015 A hand full of lube07-01-2015 Missing leather09-01-2015 Two words are better than three09-01-2015 The things we do for flapjacks13-01-2015 The sudden absence of rain15-01-2015 She sees the world through uv filters18-01-2015 Breathe through your emotions18-01-2015 Always crying on trains.21-01-2015 Jenny. Her name is Jenny.22-01-2015 So many pretty girls that she's never going to be.28-01-2015 Bed sheet imprints
It's Easy Pip!you just keep going.how else you gonna getto where you wanna be?
To-Do List: December 201408-12-2014 He leaves no smell in her bed08-12-2014 With little to no resistance08-12-2014 She doesn’t lose him because he is not hers08-12-2014 The words and the truth are different10-12-2014 Blood and skulls and pastel rainbows11-12-2014 My love for classical music will never die.14-12-2014 God i have so much to say, i wish i had less to day.16-12-2014 Vagina enemas16-12-2014 Going to sleep sticky18-12-2014 Sometimes ‘i miss you’ means ‘some part of me still loves you’ and it fucking sucks.18-12-2014 Oh god these feelings.18-12-2014 Still fucking madly in love with the U S of you18-12-2014 The softest saggiest balls18-12-2014 Writing notes in quick succession. You still have that power.18-12-2014 I want to go to a photography exhibition and fall in love with peoples faces until my heart aches.18-12-2014 Thank god for oceans22-12-2014 Silly little love grins22-12-2014 Two doors open on door closed25-12-2014 Burning incense to be reminded
Where I'd Rather Beone stepbackand tothe right
To-Do List: November 201405-11-2014 She can make you hard just by not looking at you07-11-2014 Glitter, flour and tears07-11-2014 A 50s housewife and a pet09-11-2014 Sitting next to myself in thirty years10-11-2014 Crying for Beak10-11-2014 Johnnie walker red and coffee10-11-2014 Nerdy boys10-11-2014 Hip hops and floodies11-11-2014 Poly bi sissy boi slave girl pet thing11-11-2014 How many labels is too many labels?!11-11-2014 Happy to be a familiar13-11-2014 Tuna sandwich14-11-2014 Butter menthol girl19-11-2014 Midnight chores23-11-2014 What did moths used to flock to before man existed?
To-Do List: October 201402-10-2014 Paint splattered boots04-10-2014 Babies, dogs and street art05-10-2014 Paint and beers05-10-2014 And just like that, I lost an hour08-10-2014 Water girl13-10-2014 Pretty little rope marks13-10-2014 All these broken men13-10-2014 I always feel like I am entering the relationship with someone, they are never doing it back to me.13-10-2014 He growls like you did.13-10-2014 Pavlov was wrong16-10-2014 Winking at children19-10-2014 Dust bunnies are honourable19-10-2014 Also works great on butts19-10-2014 She keeps her toolkit with her make up24-10-2014 Pineapple and minestrone soup24-10-2014 One step behind and to the right26-10-2014 You have to stretch to get anywhere in life26-10-2014 Putting clothes on just to take them off again29-10-2014 Blubes and strawbs29-10-2014 Getting stoned and eating chicken kievs
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisDo not assume (if I hold the door for you),that I am making a statementabout your inabilitiesto open the door for yourself.If you hold it for me,I'll say 'thankyou'.Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),that I am underestimatingyour earning capacityas a woman.If you invite me out for a meal,you're paying.Do not assume (if I defend your rights),that I am belittlingthe attempts that you have madeto defend your rights yourself.If you defend my rights,I'll consider you human.
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,pondering,how the walls becamea veiny sight-(could the cause be me calling outyour namein the middle of the night?)and alone I stand here,wondering,how my feet gotnailed upon this floor-(do you hold my ankleslike an anchordoes the shore?)and I know it’s been thirteen yearssince you were here at all,according to the hash markscarved uponthe wooden wallbut I can’tlet goof our memories,that hauntme everydayso for now,I’ll let the doc declare: Insanity needs company.
five things they don't teach you in highschool1.it's okay to fall in love.i mean, they tell you you're never goingto marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not goingto tell you it's a liebecause it's not. you guys will probablybreak up and is gonna hurt like hellbut you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only onewho has felt loneliness like a knife,the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsingbecause they were your air,and you will never be the only one who whispered"i love you" two lives too soon.you will not be the last one to have tuckedhair behind their ear and leaned in for a kissor the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.but it's okay.2.your favorite book will not always be your favorite.like you, it will change over timeto something unrecognizablethat gives you only a vague nostalgia in the tips of your fingers.flipping through the pages will neverfeel the same again.you will learn to love something new;your next favorite will teach you something about you
storiesi begin and end with storieswhere hummingbird hearts play sonatasagainst my ribs and i drown inearly morning light andthe girl in me sinks into the sealike rusting anchors chained toships and i sway port and starboardthe lion in me rises like lazarusfrom the savannah where dust swirlslike stormsand i begin and end with storieswhere i swallow the world and allthe rain and girls and lions in itwhere i hold it up like atlas,where i support jupiter with justan index finger and where i chasecomets and cup them like firefliesto hang on my bedroom walls
Ghost in the MachineThere were daysMelissa measuredher happiness in brightness,when she would holdher hands over her eyesand the cracks of sunlight,like old paint on drywall,would shine throughto let her know exactlywho it was that held her.Who is it?And at that moment of recognitionMelissa felt…...she felt okay.More than photonsreflecting off of totem shells,humanity is conch-cradledin her dusk where light perceptionis limited to the moon, where blindis a swear word and an oathdependent on a circadianarcade: she is blindand going blinder.Lingering,she allows herself a curfewto blow out the lanternand sing without colorfor the first time.Melissa,you rely on a perfect balance—trusting the sunshine to smileon your bare arms at eight a.m.,two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,letting the moon comfort youas patchwork clouds shawl overmidnight's studded shoulders,leaving behind aspects of life:natural, mundane, mechanical,and self-made doubts.Don't fo
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one. When she cries herself to sleep six out of seven nights a week you must say nothing. You must simply take her in your arms and kiss her gaunt, pale cheeks and wait for her to slumber at the sound of your heart.two. On the days where she wishes she were part of the stars, tell her no. Tell her that there are too many lights in the sky and that just one would be forgotten the moment you looked away from it. Tell her that she is perfect the way she is: completely human.three. Don't let her think about the scars that no one but her can see. If she says "I think I'm broken" smile like you know a secret and say, "No, you're mending." But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
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