February 2012
32 posts
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white house (green trim)
the first night i moved in here,
i watched myself in the mirror, as if i were someone other than me.
and i could not remember:
each of the features, in that order
the shade of my hair
or if i always had lines around my eyes.
i wrote a letter to who we were
and another to us now
and another to who we would have been: as if we never parted.
i sent it all to you.
this is our house,
i...
ummm what?
i kind of strongly dislike myself right now
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ex boyfriends
sometimes I imagine
every boy I ever loved, or who ever loved me
sitting at a round table, drinking coffee and talking.
at first, maybe they would discuss current events
school or sports,
but I don’t really think they’d have all too much in common
except for me.
and invariably, since they were all there in one room at one time,
and there was that one common thread that had...
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igneous
your hand once fit into mine the way algae floats upon teeming lakes or moss grows thickly on igneous rock. I could have kissed you where your knuckles met mine briefly stinging the life away from my flesh
plus qu'hier, moins que demain.: why i am still a... →
ohrinners:
icarryyourheart:
i feel dirty even talking about it.
like my mind should be cleansed with pinesol every time I think about intercourse.
but
I do think about it. Everyone does. And THEY say it’s overrated. I should get it over with. It’s always awkward-as-hell that first time anyways. and maybe it’s true. That…
I think that this was beautifully written, like all of the things...
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astromance
I stare up at the sky tonight and study the three nebulae that make up the Hunter’s celestial belt.
I wonder if Orion was as beautiful as you
when your lips form that small
o
and you watch the moon spin away.
No.
nothing can be this beautiful, I decide. And I’m sure
his half-smile would be crooked,
pale and gleaming,
as if he agreed
— beverley fredborg
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why i am still a virgin
i feel dirty even talking about it.
like my mind should be cleansed with pinesol every time I think about intercourse.
but
I do think about it. Everyone does. And THEY say it’s overrated. I should get it over with. It’s always awkward-as-hell that first time anyways. and maybe it’s true. That when you enter me for that first time all I will feel is the hair on your belly...
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poem: lampshade
You think it’s absurd when i put my fingers under our only lampshade and touch the flesh of my finger to the yellow.
it is only then You will yell - your skin is burning and you have gone mad “the gold band on My left ring finger has only given Me a headache” it is SEVEN A.M. there are more important things to do, Henry: you Must Consider the Time.
daily: as i watch the...
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she listens
I am watching the sun dance between the branches of winter elms. snow cannot dis rupt the pale yellow the sounds of morning men with their fresh pressed suits setting out to change nothing make their morning noises and the sun watches, her ears wide open her smiling face as if to say “you are all so foolish” and just keep on turning.
— beverley fredborg
hoboeroticmisha:
that-sexy-beast-is-bob-bryar:
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self absorbed lately
I’ve been super self-absorbed lately.
I decided to make a list of my personality traits. Ask yourself if you would be my friend after reading this. I don’t know if I would be my friend.
Judgmental in a sneaky way Self-absorbed Jealous in a sneaky way Possessive in a sneaky way Lively Passionate Open Honest
Intelligent but it doesn’t always show Easily hurt I cannot handle...
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mother
trying to be pleasant to my mother is: a hitler-hug cyanide sandwich, spit-ball sucking knee-jerk open sore car accident sandpaper, glass. it is the moment between “yes,” and “but”, when you can almost see that hopeful soul nodding on the other line, fingernails three-quarters gone with the glass on the precipice of half full / half empty my mother in her nightly...
litupbythecity:
I have this perpetual hunger for loving, inspiration, learning, traveling, positive change and exploring.
Watchtimothydelaghetto:
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