#absolutelynotisa

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Hi, this is Izzys girlfriend KerriAnn, I know she had some friends on here and I just wanted to let them know that the reason she hasn’t been on is because she passed away over a year ago. If you’d like to talk my username is kerridoesntcare. Feel free to message any time.

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a quick poem about how things have been going lately “I’ve been thinking about suicide, I say, To the woman in the nice antique chair in front of me. She scribbles down notes in a dirty note pad. She crosses her legs and looks at me seriously but says nothing. I’ve been thinking about killing myself, I say, To my mother at three in the morning when she walks in on me crying. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me with sadness in her eyes, but says nothing. I’ve been thinking about giving up, I say, To my girlfriend when we’re alone. She crosses her arms around me and holds me tight. I feel her tears on my skin but she says nothing. I think about death, Like, A person in a shitty, dead end job thinks about retirement. Metaphorically : I go in every day in my sweat stained suit and I work at my desk doing meaningless paperwork. I watch my co workers go about their day, happy as can be. They all love this job so much, why can’t I love it? Why do I look up at my bosses’ big empty office and ask why he hired me? He’s never at work anymore. I think about my family and I know it would be bad if I quit my job - but But there it is There it is In the corner of my eyes, on the edge of the horizon a light shining through the dim. It smells like my childhood, happy and free. It’s the window in my office. I want to hold it in my hands, I want to let myself fall through it- but If I do I’ll give up everything I’ve done. I’ll give up all that meaningless paperwork. All those people, All those coworkers… They mean something, right? The job gets better once you get a promotion. It’s not that bad. You’re just lazy, I say to myself, I cross my arms on top of my desk and lay my weary head down. And I feel nothing.”

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"I look at you, hair ruffled in the early morning sun and i am filled with, amazement. I see oceans in your eyes, Oceans in your heart, I see the vibrant moon reflected in crystal waters, and sometimes the waves will crash against your cheeks in trails of glass because there is thunder and lighting in your head. I'll hold you in from the storm. These tears are beautiful, and sometimes, they need to win. When I look at you I see: curves, hips like gently dipping Irish hillsides. I see mountain and canyons on your arms, from where those lightning storms in your head eroded paths onto your sandstone wrists. No one ever said the Grand Canyon was flawed for being cut down by rushing rivers. I see galaxies in your soul, worn and ancient but splattered, with burning suns and planets filled with wonder. I see wings on your shoulder blades, and they make my heart, soar. I love you, KerriAnn, now and forever more. "

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free-verse poetry about a question my niece asked me a few halloweens back.

[thingsabouthufflepuffs]

things about Hufflepuffs #116

Hufflepuffs usually have a very low tolerance level for alcohol. After one drink they get all giggly and cuddly. Also, Hufflepuffs are notoriously happy drunks.