January 2012
33 posts
privilege. and perhaps knowledge. (culture and the maturity to want to be better)
* i will never again wish pain or poor luck on anyone.
its so freeing but so fuckin painful right now
i cant even dance
rich minds & family ties →
this aint yo parents house, trick
will we kick out or climb out?
marriage is not a toy. batteries not included
we cant afford to take the blame (the body, the body)
(you know i’m pissed)
will need so many toothpicks. floss won’t do. (eating lives)
the ohio u kids would spit on em
i do have a light heart.
i take life seriously
lord do i have so much to learn.
they are not true, they are distractions. potpourri. we were there. we watch you crumble. we might migrate. you will ?
what can become of FUMES
maybe its that i really don’t like change.
because if i did— well fuck ida changed some shit that I’ve needed to change for a god damn long time a god damn lot sooner.
are u catching that?
lost, but in a different way
Love. Pray. Eat..: in that order.
tiffanyorbridgett:
I really need to work on contentment and enjoying where I am now instead of panicking about where I may or may not be going.
I need to be more. There’s no other option. I’m bigger than this. Physically, spiritually, emotionally…..do-over.
I find myself reminding me to just breathe. I’m lost. I need a self-discovering moment. An “eat, pray, love” if you will…..
here in this moment: i don’t know what to bring to the stage.
what has been done i will not recreate and what hasn’t been done i cannot imagine.
at least under these conditions.
life is somewhere in the middle of all that. doing and not doing and imagining.
i would like to create something.
fuck im worthless
and hungry
but still fat
and my skin smell weird
im scratching...
static..i need a new job. i need that break. its been a year without one. and I’m god damn ready for a stroke of something to smack me with some light. I’m breaking, babies.
my dreams have now found a way to be this violent bulletin board.
maybe if i was a calorie you would like me better
Cocteau “Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
10-30 ish. i guess ill hit that hay. gotta get up and catch the bus to 8th fuckin grade.
too often like the titanic
i know that girl
the one at the beach who covers her one-piece with a big t shirt. she does not want to be there.
sadness is
whenever im trying to dog down something new for myself i like the tiger i become. the click of my heels. my nerves making others nervous. the blah will break.
do or die we say we say. do or die.
gospel on repeat
riiiiiiight right rightright. this city grows smaller. metal vacuums. and tell me why i continue to barge into people who pretend like theyve never met a gay person before. they are so infatuated by the fag. girls be wearin their indiana badges proudly.
what would martin do.
soexhaustedcantevenhitthespacebar
but
idraggedthissassouttabedtodayandmarchedtothemothafuckingymcausethatswhatamothafuckinstardoes.$+$+belief=new
KentuckyFriedCunt
“they used to tell me i was silly, until i popped up on the tv”
-pussycat dolls
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ME
December 2011
50 posts
a dick can grow.
i can see the people in line.
empty, old photo booths. one camera. some kleenex. its an RMPost
tonight i say: im not afraid to climb alone
our reality is me falling more than slow from your ideal dream team
i shall not be as cockified to say i am a step above this (them) i will just say we are on um different fuckin escalators
i feel more like the ocean though they say im like rain
a n d i a m b a c k
theres a word thats been rotating around me head. the word is F-U-N.
((andidontcarethatthisainteleoquent))
cruellaDEVIL&the boys
dont you just want to be the skinniest. stop and stare skinny. check yourself out skinny. dazzle em. up on the broadway stage skinny. we will arrive there. we will.
a spoonful of progress. i am reborn
this will either set me off or set me back
i want you to see me and always see hope
today child i had a moment. and i was reaching up to someone. and i did not feel god above me. and i felt many hands coming from my body reaching anywhere for something. (and i did feel lost)
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i walked back into this castle and took a good look in the god damn mirror and held my fuckin head high. i am not god but i am grounded. i am ongoing
i am frozen. impossible u think? the sun sheds her grace on thee. she saves my life, and she slowly corrodes my heart. and i am a member of this cruel real world. i must participate.
to the highest degree i know, i must participate.
there are little moments & big moments. ones that lay on your skin and ones that pierce everything about you.
i have nothing to prove to someone who silently tears me down. i have somethings with souls who need me
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
could you be a better friend
(may i have this dance)
sounded good, sun down
do u hear those?
or perhaps you can feel them?
proclamations.
i make them.
i am a shark. i am a shark. i am a shark. i am a shark. i am a shark. i am a shark.
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l i f e i s a g i f t.
too often though it feels like a curse that im trying to do something with mine.
do trust though, faithful tumblr’ers and GOD, i do count my blessings. i really do.
it’s that time...