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Alive. Tonight I mourn for my future death. I don’t know why I mourn for people who i haven’t even met who’ve died. We’re all speeding towards impending doom, at least we all have that in common. And I lied When Cameron asked what’s on my mind I said I’m… Read more.
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These jealus bxtchs. its just like Bam Bam said above the roar of the fed ex planes rolling in, “they’re jealous, all of them. that’s why they’re so mean.” they get salty when i wear make up because im prettier than before. they poke fun at me when i wear… Read more.
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It’s Wednesday. The first Wednesday of the rest of my life. The air is chill, as a song that eases you away from the lull of summer. Birds flap their wings and go da..da..a.a.a.a in harmony against the still, patient blue water. A gull cuts across the blue into the… Read more.
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my heart flies too close to you I am not the same and neither are you and I know its true But i’m all blue tangled up, as they say and im no longer the me i was yesterday I was so certain and now I’m brand new which way… Read more.
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My umbrella broke. The one given to me by a sugar daddy at age 18. One of the metal sticks bent in half and so when I tried to open the sticky clear plastic, only half the umbrella popped out to life. But it wasn’t raining, it was drizzling so… Read more.
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Moving. Packing. Donating the Excess… I put on my old Pleasers. They have clear plastic straps and clear plastic toe holders. The tops are all plastic. The bottoms are all shiny black heel. What to take with, what to leave behind… It’s almost like it goes deeper than the item… Read more.
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“The sun rises and sets over Revere Beach,” covered the side of a chain linked fence on Ocean Avenue. I was in the mood to look up at the sky in its globular form and imagine that I’m looking at the whole Earth, peering onto the whole planet. I don’t… Read more.
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Love is not selfish. Love is giving. Sexual assault is not a form of love, it is a form of bullying. It is a form of domination over another person, for selfish reasons, without thought of the victim’s personhood or feelings. Sexual assault is not giving. Sexual assault is taking.… Read more.
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hell is your own goddamn mind. hitting the wall but you’re at the edge trapped swimming doing circles consuming every thought hoping to nourish but instead i starve the thoughts consume you frenzied into action calm is just tired surrender ready to fall will you ever learn to… Read more.
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consuming consuming consuming till i feel sick til i throw it all up through my nose. the antidote is creating. Read more.
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Month Discover: Henri Rousseau’s Virgin Forest with Sunset (1910). Original from the Kunstmuseum Basel Museum.
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