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Kristian chime: $Kristian7 A 29 S F L USA

[wizardpotions]

In this life you're a weed smoker or a smeed woker

[lsadsquashl]

No point in life

[mmilhouse]

goodbye $200 helloooo 3 groceries

[lsadsquashl]

People lie no matter who they are remember that amen

[lsadsquashl]

It is better to not remember somethings dementia is a beautiful thing only to remember the good times and forget all the bad times thank you Carol I'll never forget you. A woman I took care of in the dementia ward. She beat my ass l will never forget you Carol.

Sadsquash

[fayriequeene]

Had a small quiet picnic today in the forest because whenever it’s slightly rainy I will be the only person walking 🌳

[nodovess]

[wizardpotions]

In this life you're a weed smoker or a smeed woker

[welele]

[lsadsquashl]

Frame remains

Nothing but a memory is all you will have left of me

My face was there that's all you'll see, what's left of me

will go to seed. The name is heard everywhere the

name that makes you stop and stare, the name was not

meant to be, the person drifted away to sea, the water

has been all that's left for a long time it controls my

body and my mind, I stand as the waves roll by wondering why my body has died and my soul is still trapped inside and it still drowns there scared, unable to reach the surface overall I believe I deserve this the body is gone but the frame remains the bones are trapped in disdain the frame remains.

[nycswebhead]

got really fucking high the other day and convinced myself that there was a new villain in the city and had a full on fight with a rat. not like a superpowered rat just regular

[lsadsquashl]

I don't talk about you. A piece of me died that day. I screamed while we made love I don't know why. I still think about it and I cry. I knew a piece of my life was gone then. I don't like how things were left and it makes me angry. We can't change the past. Feelings do last. I was just another notch on your bedpost. A nobody. That's what I feel the most. I won't let anybody let me feel that way again. I won't be with anyone anymore. It hurts too much and life goes too fast. I'm not giving my time, my life, to anyone who makes me feel like an outcast.

-K

[youtendtoforget-deactivated2025]

I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

[disterbia]

[kosmogrl]

[lsadsquashl]

There is nothing good about me

[inkskinned]

you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.

[inkskinned]

#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.

the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.