December 2011
33 posts
she is tall and naked and coming towards you and you shrink
back into a doorway the size of a hole
she is coming coming coming to tell you
to open her mouth wide and red
this is not for you
her legs say, her feet say, her
say, say, what do you want
this is not for you
Play
i am sorry i got, drunk and
didnt come home and
got lost and
lost you
everything will be
dont worry, alright
worry yourself sick
everything is shit
listen
please just why dont you
"She was worth a stare. She was trouble.": It’s never going to be a good day when the coroner is blocking the... →
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It’s never going to be a good day when the coroner is blocking the driveway and two cops with running cars. I wonder if there is an overdose or heart attack or if, just simply, this time of year kills everyone. Weird scene at the liquor store. A woman wailing to another, clenched fists and wind…
“And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces,
night at their back.” —Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red (thanks, petitemort-v)
night at their back.” —Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red (thanks, petitemort-v)
“Dog shit! Urine-stained dog shit! Rock ‘n’ roll is a blood sport, a sport of men. It’s for the people in the dark, the death cats, the masturbators, the outcasts who have no voice, no way of saying I hate this world, my father’s a faggot, fuck you, fuck authority - I want an orgasm! Now, growl! Moan! This ain’t women’s lib, kiddies - the is women’s libido!”
—the runaways
“A Ukrainian organization of topless female activists said Tuesday that three members were abducted by Belarussian security officers, beaten, humiliated and left naked in a forest. The group, Femen, has become widely known in Ukraine and neighboring countries for its demonstrations in which women bare their breasts to draw attention to a variety of causes. A statement on Femen’s Web site said the three women were seized by agents of the Belarussian K.G.B.”
—NY Times (via thepoliticalpartygirl)
i love weed
it makes me happy. it makes me accepting and tired and clumsy and muddled and happy. i must pick up tomorrow. this is a reminder to myself to buy some weed tomorrow.
over and out
Arguments are funny things.
essentially we do agree on everything. we are sad because we are far away from one another and because we don’t always do what the other wants. no one can be perfect for anyone, everyone will always get let down. it’s okay, though. you have to deal with being let down and not being understood and sometimes accept that it’s probably your fault in the other person’s eyes, just as its your fault in theirs, and you can’t accuse them of being selfish or stubborn while you’re being the same.
i love my fiancee very very very much, and would do anything to keep him. he’s also right. i just want him to ignore all my mistakes and keep me safe anyway. but if he’s not safe from me, he’s not safe from anything.
everything isn’t scary anymore.
“We want the government out of your wallet, your bedroom, AND the Middle East.”
—How I explained libertarianism to a new friend today. (via hipsterlibertarian)
Line Breaks & Other Violent Crimes: "Rushing through the Night," by Dean Young →
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What you wait for rushes through the night.
Darkness rushes through the summer night
so fast, now it is nearly light. He holds
her hand, presses as much as he can see
over her sleeping body. The owl rushes back
to its nest to regurgitate mice.
So many cars rushing through the night
into the city…
reality is ugly and disgusting and lovely. i can’t quite come to terms with it, with how good things can be and how bad things can be. i hate grey train stations and rude people and the fact that i could probably get on very well with 90% of the people i walk past but i will never speak to them. i could fuck them and fight with them and anything could happen, anything can happen. its just not happening. i met a guy last week who talked very earnestly about philosophy and his religion and everything, and he’d only known me ten minutes, and he told me everything he believed. he meant it. even if my boyfriend thinks he’s some creepy sleazebag, he meant it. he was willing to tell me anything, in exchange for nothing. i will never call him, i deleted his number. maybe he’s dissapointed, maybe he just wanted a fuck and he’ll get it from someone else.
i dont know what to say
