All the mad intensities that made and unmade me

Just my attempt at becoming iridescent/transcendent/luminescent/infinite.

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Requested by soashulmedia!

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my friends grandma got her something from hollister as a gift but apparently she didnt like the shirtless guy on the bag so she sewed a shirt on it

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My Own Universe

I lift my fingertips and they repel. 

The space between me and you

(all of you)

Is ever-expanding, ever-dilating

And I can not make it stop.

My hands reach out to clutch at filmy edges

Only to find that there are none,

And this is not a box that I live in, but a universe -

My own universe

That will push everyone away

And swell

For traditionally terrifying eternity.                                                                                                                              .                                              

In the centre I sit and

I am small, a child -

My nails are caked with dirt.

And my shirt, glaring yellow, was made for a child.

It mocks my shrunken chest. 

I inhabit cotton and noxious stardust,

All bone and flaking red skin;

A bag full of sin - empty, but heavy

Enough to centre my own universe. 

It is big, and I find myself wondering

Just how big it needs to be

before I lose this sadness just like I lost you. 

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Like a lamp lost 

In the ebb of perpetual shade,

Take all of me, there is nothing

More to see. 

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And strange days and still nights All meet in the same rhyme - The rhythm of a closed chest.

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Lady Schrödinger

Yesterday I whispered

'Sayonara' to the ghoul of a 

Dead Greek God.

By myself in a room of glorified death

I felt

Illustrious, doomed, awake.

                                                                                                               Today is a rocking heaviness, quiet but

Lacking stillness. A microcosmic illusion

Of peace wrangles itself into 

The folds of my skin.

My Japanese prayers beget ghosts.

Their emptiness oozes.

                                                                                                           You know I would tell you if I could, because

I love you deeply.

But not even I can unwind this sadness from the

Jack-in-the-box inside me. It festers until, like

Schrödinger’s cat, the box both lives and dies,

And I, with it. 

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Today we went to the rainforest. I especially liked all the different types of fungi. They looked like a miniature city. I wish I could live there.

My 9 year old self’s diary entry 20/3/2005  (via infinitim)

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[madintensities]

I can not 

Get the honey out of my mouth or

My head.

That day the word sublime made me shudder but

With happiness. I told myself

This is the end. 

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Melbs last weekend

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Equivocations {LKG} 

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I got full marks for this piece I wrote so now you can have it tumblr I guess omg

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The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 

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Here’s some christmas lights for ya

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Ummm so I posted this like a few hours ago!!! Guiz

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