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“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”

Alan Watts

GAG. ME. DEAD.

xoxo

04.03.2019

I want that mad love.

I have an overwhelming and maddening lust, an affinity for infinity, and for all of what she stands

She was full of promises, the definition of forever, but forever is hard to hold with soft and idle hands

She is this infatuation, the elusively fleeting affinity by which the promise of infinity was mistaken

And all that she stands for, all that she has given, now wild with the fire from all that she has taken

I can't breathe when she speaks to me, as if behind her lips there's a home for both ecstasy and lies

I can't breathe when I am on my knees and I bow now before my good-bye goddess who is, and was, infinity

My body tingled and shook as we--my Goddess, Infinity, and I--rolled in evening sweat and sweet lullaby

We gaze at one another, back and forth, eye to eye, looking for no answers, nor assuming any lie

Laughing at this lack of power by admitting to infinity, and how truly ridiculous life and reality can be

Grinning wildy from shockwaves spinning down my spine, as my euphoria peaks from is this love, this ecstasy

Kneeling now, before this barely contained wildfire that is her beauty and ferocity, her as all-encompassing

She shatters my ego, yet keeps me close to her with her siren songs, singing about how love lasts forever.

Spinning sticky sugar strings of ichor-soaked "I love you"s, to eventual bittersweet "good-bye"s, because nothing and forever is everything in-between the two sides of knowing what she could even mean when she says her love is infinite, but her loves destiny has not chosen me, my Goddess--infinity.

In the moment of euphoria, I'll cherish every eventual fragmented memory in which I got to experience a sense of starlight in her eyes. Infinity doesn't exist, but there is starlight in her eyes.

Spoken words and heavy hearts, exploding stars and butterflies.

I believe this is what these infinite emotions would sound like if they could somehow speak through us to one another

🐞🙃😈

I am a potential professional procrastinator, pathetically poor at interpersonal representation. I am practically unpopular except, perhaps, when providing profane profundities and a packed pipe.

How can I push past this potentially disappointing playing-out of other people’s priorities so that I can become a people-person? Do I want to become a people-person?

Anyway, I am positive that there are other people on this planet who are probably in possession of pieces of my own puzzle.

Knock me to my knees

like I know you can.

I want you to.

Go on with it, then

Bring me the light of hedonism,

cry me into guilt.

Breathe your life into mine, then

take my light away.

Taste the inclination to reel back

from complete ecstasy

and revel in the pain

only you

can give to me.

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“I know that what I am feeling is serious and has the power to destroy me.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I will cherish you Shimmering stone among earth Always, forever

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.. forever.

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Holding onto

a piece of peace

means all I have

is something torn.

She did not give me the ability to breathe.

She did, however, teach me how to breathe.

She is not all that is breathtaking in my life.

She is, however, to whom I'd give my last breath.

Freedom #1 4KM

Freedom is knowing the feeling behind the seething and accepting the person you've become for this moment. Love yourself like I know you want to love yourself. Love yourself like I know you can love yourself.

Freedom is living effortlessly through the love within every sort of relationship. Relatonships should be easy, like breathing. Giving breath, receiving breath. Ask yourself why it's hard to breathe.

Freedom is breathing. I finally know how to breathe. Darling, come take a breath with me, won't you? Until then, I will wait patiently, only for you.

Xo