#sevensmind

[sevens-mind]

for a while i thought i was an audial learner

recently have discovered it REQUIRES to be paired with something else 

bc my adhd says no

like audial and reading along

or visual and audial

i am struggling send help

[sevens-mind]

why is he making so sad i know he doesnt mean it

but my brain just wants to leave so i cant be affected by him or anyone else again

[sevens-mind]

someone tell my boyfriend to grow out his hair bc shaggy hair makes the v beat hard always and his existence makes me beat hard in general so idk ..maybe he’d be too powerful then, i have mixed emotions... im conflicted

i kinda wanna suffer from the beat tho that sounds droolingly delighful

am i okay

[sevens-mind]

yo is tumblr dying

[sevens-mind]

im glad god made my mind so dirty

he knew i would need to be filthy

to find someone obsessed

with making things better

only to end up

worse

or

worst, toying with words

no man should ever hear a woman say

where art thou

poor

dirty

pure.

pure chaos

that's all we were

[sevens-mind]

at times i remember love is the greatest drug

because nothing else

would be willing to pay the price of death

that is when he keeps on nudging me to believe

interesting isn't it

when the drug was you the whole time

and the withdrawls weren't a symptom

they were an oath

to change

my

mind

i fawn over my own brain casting

videos projected onto the walls in my head

such beautiful scenes

all cast by me

such beautiful music

that found me

i am not with it

i am it

i am not it

i am

that's it.

admit it

it's not meant

it's mental

love is mental

i have spent two lives losing my mind

in this third time

i begin to feel the sunshine on my breast

and the earth wake up my clitoris

my eyes begin to hunger

wander, her eyes

her eyes turned her into a

M.

[sevens-mind]

if there is a chance

why did the tickle itch

then start to burn

from a bite

here lies an angry daughter

who would happily be a prayingmantis in the next life

if it meant chopping their heads off

i too have always wondered why good girls go bad

i have always been a good girl

but i stopped fearing man long before death

tired of being afraid

we crack our bones on purpose

yell at the government

skip certain songs

and act as if

as if the cursive they taught us meant anything

if it was written in curses.

Law of Man? huMan condition? M. mmm. Mama?

Who am I to fear mother, my brother or the bear? Who am I to fear mother, you or myself? Who am I to, f. feel? Doesn't it seem never ending, the finding of oneself. I have always heard I have a voice, of course I do now is that why my left shoulder blade tingles and

[sevens-mind]

whenever i begin to believe the words i am thinking i am reminded

the voice isn't mine

hollowed be my name

taken by angel

a photo in disguise

the details

the devils angles

anger rustles the artist nook of nasal cavity so deep it is felt behind the right eye.