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@buyitbreakituseme
Whats the science with someone looking more unattractive after you feel hurt
He was sweet and lovely and i wish we were dtill togetjer. But i cant and wont pursue that. I cant for my own, and i dont want to. I like him, but not at the cost of my mental. He was very kind to me and he liked me too and he was so kind. But He is the same as rvery guy ever. But at least my external mysterious source of inclme is intact. I have a fiance though
Maybe i’ll post my nudes on timblr. Can i do that? In like an artistic way…i think there is merit to dancing naked in front kf a mirror…or whatever
Im at my all time low. Im laying on an air mattress bc i cant stand to sleep in my bed. I put a heater on my left side to stinulatw another person which failed. I keeled over crying on my beautiful flower rug. I look cute naked tho. Idk
Im at an all time low
Finger reaching instinctively for instagram and tiktok
At hannahs and jalynnes rn i feel happy and i guessbcomfortable in my skin. I’m feeling thankful
Dinner with my lovely coworker maya
Back to the dead horse
going to get very real here and interrupt the escapism of our niche here and say please please PLEASE keep your eyes on minnesota. keep your eyes on the twin cities and on minneapolis specifically. we are occupied by an unchecked force of 202X gestapo. our neighbors are being disappeared en masse. observers are being accosted. the only thing, AND I MEAN THE ONLY THING, keeping ICE at bay is the community of volunteers and layfolk that are getting up every day and acting bravely and loudly. this is politically motivated against minnesota (most reliably blue state in the union btw). what is emerging here is a state vs federal conflict. you can draw lines from there in terms of where this has the potential of going. PLEASE keep your eyes on minnesota. if you have a few dollars to spare, please consider donating to the minnesota immigrant rights action committee (MIRAC) or your own local nonprofits for immigrant rights. keep eyes on your own neighbors my loves. please be safe, stay informed and angry.
Inhale take 5 senses. Exhale free 5 seconds.
5 things you see: two sage green comforters, a thin one with stripes and a pale one shaped like a seal. Mist catching on steady headlights and a broken windshield wiper that still keeps. Your close cut fingernails snagged in the palms of my fortune. A picture tucked in my wallet from 15 years ago. Coffee and black hair dye on bathroom tile.
4 things you hear: two spinning bells, the front door clicking. Running water. a shame of either cry or hope; Blood Orange’s ‘Cupid Deluxe’,
3 things you feel: my pinky, your pointer, my thumb.
2 things you smell: dragonfruit and sweat
1 thing you taste:
I went to salt lake city and licked all the salt in the gift shop. I went to your house and licked all the salt off your cheeks. I’ll keep your secret if you burn mine
My hair is not yellow anymore and my eyes are not the same bright as i remember them to be. My mouth doesnt move as it did and my heart is not so yielding
I’ve almost learned how to skip seashells and sand dollars and down streets with a friend of a friend. I’m learning the difference between a salmon and a stallion
My stomach turns sharp and i kick off my slippers to outrun the thrum of my heart. Poppies tickle and bloom in places that mark me alien, in my ribs and hips, in the organ that never lets. I pray preservation over the pink toilet that blurs pearlescent and flat. I’m patient to purge everything i should have said, patient to come out in a syrupy bile over a fictitious bezoar
Breath catches, then another. Climbing a ladder, splintered rungs finding home in the fortune of my palm. My movement sways her web and echoes in each shallow uptake of the chest.
Kiss my thorax and find the stone. Wring my neck and find the refraction. Track down my face and memorize your skin. Watch me crawl inside you. Light it and pull it and release
Never meet ur heroes