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Haven’t forgotten about you. In fact there are some of you I think about quite frequently. If you’re still around, hit me up on snapchat sometime. Username: Rooftop
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Hey old mutuals
Haven’t forgotten about you. In fact there are some of you I think about quite frequently. If you’re still around, hit me up on snapchat sometime. Username: Rooftop
TRYING TO GET MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL BACK
My youtube channel AmputeeLife is now lost to me, and I want it back, I want to make videos again. BUT I can’t figure out the emailI used for that account. If you have twitter, please like and RT this tweet, lets get youtube’s attention!
My new blog
Hey I know I’m not active here anymore, so please remember to follow me at @theyearofthepoem
I started a band!
You can follow me and my music at @ChekovWrites on insta and twitter
Virginity
You liked my hair long, and my waist slim. I was your nubile waif, my flesh sweet on your teeth, blood like peach nectar.
I was not yet ripe for picking, but you plucked me from the tree and placed me on your windowsill. I spent a summer on display in your arms like a shadow box.
Even now, long after your grooming, long hair feels dirty, cheap. The taste of unripe peaches fills my mouth with graveyard dirt. I bury my childhood there.
Covalent Bonds
This is a reading of my original work, Our Breakup Poem. You can find the original text post here
I hate the sound of my own voice, but here it is.
Tinted charcoal and fineliner drawing with lyrics from Modest Mouse’s ‘The Best Room’.
You meet a man on the Oregon Trail. He tells you his name is Terry. You laugh and tell him, “That’s a girl’s name!” Terry shoots you. You have died of dissin’ Terry.
How did you make me read this with my own eyes.
Every vagina is PERFECT and beautiful in their own way
Anyone who disagrees can fight me
I’m not disagreeing but I do kinda wanna fight if you’re down
A fight for the sake of fighting is the purest form of fight lets go
reblog if you’re body positive but also ready to throw down
If you ever feel like you’ve fucked up just remember that Ireland accidentally legalized crystal meth
If you ever feel like you’ve fucked up just remember America knowingly voted in a fascist to lead them
When you start to suspect these GOP folks lack, eh, any real perspective on poor people and their ability to pay for their healthcare.
“You have an iphone! Obviously you can pay hundred of thousands of dollars in medical bills.”
I don’t think it quite works like that guys.
In case someone still denies the existence of white privilege..
she was simple like quantum physics. - r.m. broderick
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