Factory girls practicing high magick between first and second fold into the iron. Colleagues burst into flameeeeees.
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Factory girls practicing high magick between first and second fold into the iron. Colleagues burst into flameeeeees.
In vein I tried to change myself. These hook-ups never been me. I wanted one person for all my life. I don’t need new relationships, new loves - I ffucking despise the idea. It’s always been disgusting to me - what happens around, this shopping mall, these tinder lists, these exes in facebook history mixed with new ones; what I tried to become/ to tell myself/ to create falsehoods so it would be easier. He has always been my home. I never really left. That's the reason I panick when I "have to" start something new.
But at the end of the day you return back to your parents. And all the rest was just an adventure. The first the second the silliness the cat on the road mutulated I step on it my mother says what are you doing?! you don't step on flowers short attention span my grandmother underneath.
Yes I have lights everywhere
Accent de Andalusia, dios mio madre mia st. caballo!
he was really happy abou this dead animal that he had found in whose eyes formed moths, they formed more and more I screamed from anger like crazy tried to crush them but soon it was full house of them and they ate everything, Cruella crossed my mind, this is an evil trick, I thought, everything was gone, nothing left but moths and new worms that I kept crushing into this pulp of no use.
so I've got these two brides between my hair I'm in my thirties limbs scattered in four corners of the world there is this man in his sixties or fifties every night he teaches me some things that I can't recall in the morning monarch butterflies spin in my step the land across the acean I open my fridges and there it is.
I miss painting.
But I'm just too tired.
Break can be a good thing too - to fill up. So I'm filling up. Still. this feeling of losing time. What amount of stories could've come out and what they would've been. As time goes by, these will be lost, only new ones will apper.
I have this dirty idea of starting relationship just for sex. But I would hate myself - too much of prude in me. Thin line though. Since he has this Eastern charm, and he reminds me of indian - his cheekbones particulary - as I know I'm quite fetish about indians. And that fire in his belly.. it does pull in a bit. And the way he's... ready.
Something happened at San Juan's night, there was this moment in the car, he looked at me once and then looked second time as if he had noticed something important and unseen in my face, he was staring like that for quite unapropriate amount of time so I even shyed a bit. What is this? And then at the fire there was this click when we were supposed to go home and there was this strange silence and I knew everyone knew what he was thinking and then? cards slipped out of his hands as he was observing something in my face. How cute is that?! Maybe it could be something more... I don't know.
When ppl read into your every phrase, make up stuff, take everything personal, but in reality you just don’t care about them anymore. Pathetic and sad.
Well, maybe you do feel smth - a bit of disgust. Similar to that encounter with flasher on the street corner. It’s a bit sadfunny and a bit disgust. Or that white headed grandpa looking up young girl’s skirt, licking his lips, while grandma walking next to him, speaking smth about cooking and gardening. fuj wee blah. sad abuelo.
sleep, food, health is what's most important. feel one missing and philosophers and poets start to seem like whiny, annoying, spoiled sons of bitches. throw you in the forest with knife and matches only little shit. These arts were born of lazyness too much time to think of useless crap. cry me a river slut.
Checkout is this slow on purpose - they're plotting against me.
Back to my hood, back to this shithole.
Can I murder with a look. Hope I can.
Cute guy []. LICK! FUCK YOU TUMBLR!
I kinda like this part though
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