Dorm Room Writing

✖️20 years young ✖️College student ✖️Living young, not dumb, and way broke ✖️Nebraska ✖️May be writing for fun, but wish it was for money

[doggosource]

11/10 a good doggo posing for his hooman’s insta 

[baconpolice]

Yall forgot the final product.

[dormroomwriting]

Who needs tattoos when I have ink constantly staining my middle finger? It suggests writer and also a big fuck you- figure out which one matters more.

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That night it first happened- it was cold.

Not just in the missing shape of your body on your side of the bed, but outside too.

Snow fell like powered sugar- the crisp air now smelling of funnel cakes.

Bad combinations - like a summer evening at the fair, 89 degrees on the top of a ferris wheel, whiskey rolling around in an empty stomach swaying with the motion of the machine.

That’s how it happened.

Bad combinations- whiskey, motions of the mouth, heat of the words making impact.

It would take a lot more than powered sugar falling on a greasy, hot funnel cake to solve this cold in the bed.

And in my heart. 

[dormroomwriting]

Don't kiss my lips or body. Kiss my brain with power. With knowledge. Show me the world. Give me more.

e.m.

[dormroomwriting]

Too much, not enough

“I’m too much of an asshole for anything beautiful.”

It was like fact. For example we have 206 bones in our whole body. Concrete.

I knew I didn’t deserve you. The way the thickness of your beard tickles my neck as you kissed down my body. 

Yeah, I liked that. Yeah, I was a greedy asshole. I wanted more.

As compacted as a brick, I stated that. Your beard busts open in a laugh, rolling from your ribs.

“Bonehead, I love you for all the mess you are.”

And my 206 bones, melted. 

Butter in a hot skillet. 

Beard to skin on sticky sheets. 

You.

And me -Asshole. 

And love.

Asshole love. 

e.m.

[dormroomwriting]

So why do you worry about it everyday? 

Valid questions. 

[dormroomwriting]

Eyes.

She loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about things he was passionate about. The way they danced, sang, and stomped on ground he believed no one had ever conquered. And she only hoped- when she wasn’t around- his eyes told the same story when he spoke of her. 

[dormroomwriting]

Your words are nothing but premature broken promises.

e.m.

[dormroomwriting]

Sometimes I think the hardest thing is trying to make someone love you the way they use too..

e.m. 

“Broken Bones Edition”

[dormroomwriting]

Make peace, not war ✌🏻

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One day I woke up, saw the sun rise, and forgot what it was ever like to love a man that felt so empty.

e.m. "WOODEN SOUL"

[riseafterfalling]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[dormroomwriting]

Finally after a year, there isn't a part of my skin that was once touched by your fingertips.. that's the only good thing I have left to say about you

e.m.

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I could be in a crowd of a thousand people or in the arms of my lover and yet still feel alone- so incredibly alone..

e.m.

[dormroomwriting]

no man nor dog could diminish her for she was  a lioness. And her  roar was mightier than all their barks.

e.m.