diagnosed with woman in her twenties disease

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@babymachiavelli
diagnosed with woman in her twenties disease
SPENDING TIME
SPINNING OUT TOWARD
A DESIRE THAT WASN’T PURE
BORN BEFORE THE VIRUS WAS CURED
PITCH PERFECT
VIOLINS ON THE FLOOR
FAST FORWARD LININGS ON MY SKULL
TYPE OF DESIGN I COULD AFFORD
FAST FORWARD BANDS OUT
GOT THEY HANDS OUT
LIKE THEY’RE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FÜHRER
REWIND NAS TRACK 6
REWIND DANCE CRAZES
READ MY MIND
FREED MY MIND
FEED MY MIND
MAKES SENSE
JUST LIKE MIRRORS ON THE WALL
JUST LIKE SITTING ON ME
RAW IN MIRRORS SEEN IT ALL
COULD MAKE TWO
A PIECE OF MIND
FLICKING ASH
POURING A HALF
DONT POUR IN A GLASS
POUR IT IN FOAM
THAT’S WHITE LIKE EGGSHELLS IN MY OMELETTE
MY EARLOBES ARE YELLOW LIKE THE YOLK IS RUNNING
MY BRAINS ON DRUGS
I STILL HAVE NO PEACE OF MIND
FUCK
WOOF WOOF DOGS IN THE PLACE
LOOSE TOOTH LOST IN THE FRAY
ROOF LOST IN THE WRAITH
ROOF LOST ON THE WAY
FREEWAY
NO ROZAY
BRUTE FORCE
BRUT CHAMPAGNE
TELL THE FRONT DESK TO CUT NEW KEYS
RESERVED IN THE MERCER FOR TWO YEARS
IN TWO SUITES
TOOK OUT THE BED LIKE ITS FUCK SLEEP
ILL SMACK A BITCH LIKE ITS HOT HANDS
FIRED THE LABEL LIKE FUCK BRANDS
COMFORTABLE LOW NIGGA FUCK XANS
COMFORTABLE SLOW WHO THE FUCK RAN
NOTHING IS SWEET
NOTHING IN TANK SWEET
ITS JUST A TANK P
SALT ON A SLUG
SODA ON SLUGGED TEETH
CHEWING ON NOTHING
UR TWEAKING OR SOMETHING
UR REACHING FOR SOMETHING
UR SPEAKING SPEAK UP THEN
UR THINKING UR OVERTHINKING
ONE BLINK AND IM PRECUMMING
THAT COULD TURN EVERY NO ONE
INTO SOMEONE
like honey, i am so, so sweet a bit too sweet. the kind of sweet that sticks to your fingers so you’ll always remember me and summons the bees.
things i learned this year:
- when it comes to girls, i have no game.
- as above, so below.
- are you really asking for too much or are you just asking the wrong person?
- i am not meant for the groove life.
- some people are more trouble than they’re worth.
- don’t run in the rain.
- dating cishet men is like having a very, very silly son.
- everything that glitters isn’t gold.
- only three things will remain in the end: the sun, the moon and the truth.
- don’t let them lie to you. the grass is a whole lot greener on the other side.
- it’s okay to be heartbroken. but don’t get stuck in the feeling.
- “sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window.”
- drugs are cool. but they’re not cool enough to waste your life over.
- people can only be there for you if you let them.
- the key to love is knowing when to abandon a sinking ship.
- if your boo doesn’t treat you as well as your friends do, why are they your boo, beloved?
- you can give yourself closure. there’s no need to seek it.
- i rarely ever truly have feelings for anybody; that hasn’t changed. my heart is still choosy as hell. so don’t bother settling down with anybody until you feel *that thing* again.
- you’re only 21, baby. enjoy yourself. you spent your best years devoted to someone else. these next few are for you. just for you. go out, get your degree, make that money, have fun, get drunk, make mistakes, go on dates with interesting people. fill your life with more stories to tell your babies at the dinner table one day, before the party’s really over.
men bore me so much. when last did one make my heart tekateka?
first of all, i know i’m a raging hedonist. if it wasn’t for the fact my fear of failure runs deeper than my self-indulgence, i’d be on the long road to nowhere myself.
that’s all that separated me from them, really. i can never let my love of enjoying myself fuck up my bag. i did it once, and the taste of failure still hasn’t quite left my mouth. never again.
waking, smoking, reading, sleeping.
21.
and so here i am with this newfound freedom.
i could change locations now if i liked, with nothing binding me to this place that i would lose if i left.
i could do whatever i like. no one to look after. no one to chase. no one to worry about.
and so here i am with this newfound freedom.
honestly, i’ve been using it to remember who i was before and reconciling her with who i am now.
i think it’s important, you know? to remember who you are without someone. to delve into your hobbies and your passions again.
i remember now that i’ve always loved wearing black. i always will. i’ve always loved burgundy, so i made it the colour of my hair.
so that’s how i’ve been using this newfound freedom.
brushing the dust off of my true psyche. delving deep into myself. but delving deep can be dangerous. i’m worried that i might get stuck here, in my own head.
taking up permanent residence on tumblr because twitter is a hellhole.
ashes to acid.
i have my doubts.
20:05
how can you make me feel so beautiful
in one breath
yet oh so very ugly in the next?
12:20
and i believe you love me —
but only enough to stay
for now,
for convenience —
that you wouldn’t choose me
every time
as i would you.
and so i believe you lied
when you told me
you loved me “unconditionally”.
i.
love is worship —
to kneel at the foot of an altar
of your heart’s design,
press one palm to the other
and pray.
for a black girl
i will always be pretty– for a black girl, i will always be eloquent– for a black girl, i will always be polite– for a black girl.
because before they see my strength my intelligence my kindness, they see the coarseness of my tightly wound hair and the darkness of my skin.
they see only black and black is ugly, the colour of ignorance, stupidity loudness a mere smudge on the pristine, blank canvas of a white society.
King of Darkness
His smile held Such darkness, That even the shadows Bowed before him.