Fancy Fiction

I am in love with words / / so are you. my nonfiction blog: #livinglookinghomeless

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Don't look now. Keep her slumbering For years to come.

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i am not human, and this is not being.

tjr 20/2/17 (via scarendipity)

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‘They want what’s inside,’ a voice whispers. She hears several rigid voices spread throughout her eardrums; voices that could make milk curdle.

Ann Red

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warm

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Nature is love.

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There’s more than two sides to every story. There’s fifty, possibly sixty, and maybe even hundreds. Don’t make ass out of you and me, to assume you fucking know me. To believe you think I’m that same little girl that you once knew. How could you say those things when it’s been years since you ever fucking cared. How well do you know me, how well do you know him, and how well do you know her? Run away run away go hide and peekaboo like the ghost you crave to be. Oh oh please don’t come crawling back to me when you need

It’s not about thinking with dick, it’s about thinking with your soul.

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“The sun is honey as she struggles through the dense clouds with graceful exertion. My stones begin to glow, their auras beaming hues of their very own personal nature.

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Oct. 12 “Running Foxes” by Yetzenia Leiva Gouache and Ink on Paper About this fox: One Fox. Two Fox. I noticed that I illustrated a single fox as the subject of my drawings and I thought, why not two? Maybe tomorrow I’ll paint three?

#octfox — For the month of October, I’m making fox art. Mostly because foxes are my favorite animal. I’m very inspired by the creature and their representation in art and literature. I’ve been called the fox painter because I’ve made more then few works of art with a fox. This month, I want to challenge myself and make something everyday. Print Available: http://www.redbubble.com/people/yetzenialeiva/works/16869112-running-foxes?c=434810-october-foxes

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Ya get one

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Scattered Thoughts

I’m ever-changing.

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The Crick

Secrets in my coffee help me thrive, making my work flow go slow as if it were the small crick near my old apartment. That crick bled into a pond, which would freeze thick throughout the winter. My sister and I would walk out onto that thick ice, scrapping our worn out, rugged sneakers against loose flakes of ice. The pond was not as thick as our little minds imagined, and as we heard the sharp, violent cracking of ice I pushed my sister forward and

Another time, by accident, I fell into the shallow crick, only to discover it was infinite. I believe within the depths of that crick lie a home for demons and the unnatural. I swam for several hours, covered from hair to the tips of my sneakers in mud. It was easier to catch the cray fish this way.

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I didn’t cry that one time because she was with me.

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