wat.
Go fuck yourself.

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wat.
Go fuck yourself.
are you gonna post any more poems soon? i kinda miss them... and you, actually... are you gonna post at all?
No. And most likely, no.I'm done writing here. Maybe for good. Who knows.Don't talk to me.
The Front Bottoms - Maps
oh, bee tee dubs
there will be no more writing posted on this blog. so you can all go fuck yourselves. in addition, all previously posted writing will be removed over the next few weeks or whenever i get around to it. good day.
this is a novella called Immense Immense Immense Loneliness
it’s really long but if you wanna read it/share it i will seriously love you forever and i know i said i was done with ebooks but i’m not really that done with them i don’t think
anyway it’s free :D
(also if you want a copy of this one i will absolutely send you one because i would be so flattered that i don’t really care how much it costs i’d just be honored you read it)
i fucked my best friend. fucked her good and hard. left her unable to walk and completely unwilling to try.
and by fucked, i of course mean slipped a nice, stainless steel knife between ribs more times than i care to count.
in the end, what's the difference?
in the end?
in the end, there was no smile or joke, no laugh or sigh,
just the wry smile, half- cocked, hammer pulled, ready to fly, two words, all his hope poured out into a pair of syllables meaning the world to anyone who heard
with a quick breath, a sharp exhale, one phrase left him leaving everyone, everything,
"good luck." he whispered, turned his back, walked away
receding less into the sunset than fading to black after the swinging doors had swung their last.
criticalqueer:
Anarchism - A Very Short Introduction.pdf Antisemitism - A Very Short Introduction.pdf Aristotle - A Very Short Introduction.pdf Barthes - A Very Short Indroduction.pdf Catholicism - A Very Short Introduction.pdf Christian Art - A…
I’m having an orgasm RIGHT NOW.
perhaps a pitiful poet postulated preemptive percussive permutations performed pervasively, penetrating preconceived punctuation and said,
"Yes, pity party for one, please."
anon u hurtd ma feels now i gon go //wrists
I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today
Jefferson don't care. Jefferson want that fine booty of the check-in lady...
full circle means having the ones you disliked for no other reason than they existed tell you that you above all others deserve to be happy.
and you kinda believe them.
have you ever thought that your meds could be the entire problem? there's not much meditation and love can't fix
Have you ever thought, "Huh, I should go shove a ten metre rusty pole up my anus"?
No?
Look into it. It'll do you good.