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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he's never visited.
You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don't wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him.
And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries.
Don't lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand.
Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
- Marty McConnell, “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell”
Someday I’ll be dead, and it will all be okay
Reblog every time I feel this
Because in this moment I don’t know where you are
My mind wanders mazily, asking,
Will you text back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Goddamnit Neil Gaiman. Just the fucking worse. I’ll never be able to read your books again.
People talk about separating art and the artist, but I can’t do it here. As one commenter said, “with the nature of his writing being so much about things like trauma and power dynamics, I fully agree. His work is garbage now in my world.”
Someday I’ll be dead, and it will all be okay
MeIRL
My Eagles fan coworker says puke is good luck
Professional sports multiverse
Cut the stem and you'll see how you feel
Floating orchids just ain't no big deal
*Never knowing's like knowing too much*
Tap the table, oh here's more bad luck
Your eyes never close, your mind's not at rest
Lay back, get waterlogged
Give us a kiss
Water spreads the small seed
Water kills the tall weed
Ophelia
- Rasputina, Dig Ophelia