#homework.......

[saisai-chan]

Hope you feel better soon.

thank you!!!

[dogdownloader]

oh SHIT it's midnight

[crossingplace]

tagged by: me. I MADE THIS BOOYA

tagging: @erleidn​  @astutior​  @liberons​​  

lines from poems by Stacy Szymaszek

bold the ones that apply to your muse, italicize the ones that your muse directs at someone else, strike out the ones that your muse disavows.

Character: ANNIE LEONHARDT

...manifest

defunct list of common names              proxy for the bearer              nor’wester buffets gear        reach into our canisters            drawn and sewn            into my lapels             assembly of illegal men             peril will not know           two Roman slaves              rain            the rage passes through our teeth            into interior pneumatic doors              my evening of moniker           stamped upon boxes of envelopes               blank ledger for you                with tin and amber stockpiled                     you prince

...shift at oars

water     relives     reservoir            boat     bottom     draft     displaced        lineal thought      backward body        no one knows the brains I am now             tree     an oar     origin          joints ruptured        soak in deep ink           wallpaper     remnant     flower     float    chandelier           brief case          hundred words logged          congestion of resin          forecasts final position        restless sleep            width of back       belted           sodium poultice             exhausts courtship            agora           drain a home of you            wind lashes fronds         cellophane          where a mammal bled            activity not yet diffused            weight of oyster in gloved hand he shucks            dented pewter         assonance      her aspect relocated           wind shatters plexi        phenomena foregone for me            shift at oars             new muscle        grown bone          never held you          case of dried apricot        gorge         I am summoned                capable a day           outlast forecast              coral reef         feeler                paper      cover      mallet      awl               fire-box                  androgyne

...auction

one sketch of the stormy petrel                 one set of clothes not to be worn during the voyage           one log of the harm that came           you miss a man so much         slop chest           small stuff        prayer book          a stitch through his nose           coin in his mouth             his custody           broken holy stone at feet          sailmaker stitches you inside a sail        last to touch        your craft             slipped starboard          pig on foot     does no good         to stay afloat           to assure identity           one pot of ink             one paragraph on a miscellaneous custom       quit the shore             pot of wood ash        box of blank cards          beef bone sculpture         deducted form            wages what you bid             seldom mentioned in leisure              his form forecastle slip         cliché poor guy . . .       the oath and the laugh boom         skylark          flicks a card in another’s face

[zect]

i think that i dont like small hands because im full of loathing for my own really small ears