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I kiss lilies under your skin.
I bury bodies in the drums of your ears, raise them at night.
I am nothing if not honest.
I raise the hatchet.
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Not today Justin

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I kiss lilies under your skin.
I bury bodies in the drums of your ears, raise them at night.
I am nothing if not honest.
I raise the hatchet.
I have changed from an ENTJ to an ENTP-A, apparently.
This arguably means nothing.
I know I’ve posted this before, but I really love that bookshelf under the stairs. The whole place is simply beautiful.
i can’t believe all the people losing their shit over this post are the same people who make ‘triggered’ jokes.
Here’s the thing.
If you at all monitor your language based on your audience—avoiding curse words in front of kids, using bigger words in front of your boss—you obviously care about the impression your words give people.
Do you avoid talking about the attractive sex after your bestie’s breakup? Congratulations, friend, you’re being a decent human being.
Your friend wishes you call them Charlie instead of Charlotte. It’s just a nickname. Would you say “No, your birth certificate says Charlotte so I’m calling you Charlotte?”
Your co-worker tells you that he gets extremely uncomfortable when you clap him on the shoulder, due to a creepy uncle who did the same thing. Do you make a point to clap him on the shoulder every time you see him?
It is really not that difficult to be “politically correct.” It does not mean that you must eliminate all opinions completely, it merely means—at a basic level—that you should attempt to be aware of your audience and how your words and actions affect them.
Don’t call it being “PC,” if you must. Call it being “aware and empathetic.” Being a human with decency and respect for other people, cultures, and experiences.
^boom. couldn’t have said it better myself.
“I’m just gonna put my paws in the water.”
*mission impossible plays*
WHAT IS THIS
Things were going well, and they probably still are, but my depression has put its claws into my back to ride me for today.
At least now I can:
- Recognize it as my depression (and not assume these are my authentic thoughts/beliefs)
- Not perform behaviors that are self-destructive in a crude approximation of creating comfort for myself.
There is progress, but I just want my girlfriend to come home and hold me. I hope she wants to, I hope she’s in an okay mood, I hope my family is okay, I hope my pets are alright, I hope I hope I hope.
irl fox and the hound
get a job
sick leave
Indigo on bonechina,
the cupboard I close. I cook what I know -
hushed footsteps under amber dripping voice,
honey on my lips to kiss you, a
mint leaf under my tongue, a
tremble in my ribs as I listen to
your lungs like bellows to a fire about to
turn cold.
confidant (inamorata #4)
All of night within a
cracked glass thimble,
I sucked your speech like a caramel, I
pulled taffy from the ceiling of your memory until
the roof caved in.
thelema
I’ve deciphered my path but I’m
still an addict to the
other side, the easy side, the
sit-and-get-sad side of base pleasure and distraction from true direction.
Dissect the obvious and you’ll discover your own obliviousness, ignorance to
honesty.
It doesn’t help that I am
Alone, and in some ways humanity is a multi-cellular organism with each
body constituting one piece of the whole. I am alone but so are
my brothers, my sisters, who’ve chosen to walk this
narrow piece of the woods.
You cannot drift or you’ll be lost to the psyche’s wilderness.
There is no thread of Ariadne to help you from the
Chaos when you fall. The point is the letting go, the disconnect, the
losing of what was known to be true to be false to be a dichotomous twist of knotted marbled flesh-mind.
look at my sweet summer girl