nothing aches more than finally swimming to the surface to find that everyone's given up on fishing you out from underneath love is put into perspective the second it's pulled out from under you you forget you're not safe in the city until you finally leave your bed and fall through the plot holes in your daydreams maybe i have a flair for the dramatic or perhaps i truly am living tragic cliché af... » Continue Reading
i feel like i trusted patrick bateman and awoke with an axe in the back of my skull now i'm coming to understand how someone can write about the same person for years i've always joked about falling in love with a narcissist and bringing them down a tier or two how ironic that you were the one i was joking with there's nothing i can say that hasn't been said a million times over by someone else br... » Continue Reading
its not often i see the view from frances' capital window in broad daylight not-so-sterile dorms are for timeouts during late night chaos missions ive been in the city for two months now and still feel like i'm staring through barred windows, searching for something to yearn for frances speaks lines of genius across the stained carpet while i blow smoke out their window i've found my beat gene... » Continue Reading
how much backwards logic will reinforce your own self righteousness? how much petty hatred does it take to finally find security in your morals? being the bigger person becomes impossible when you're dragged by the hair below sea level using your train of thought i could shred you to pieces so what does it say about us that i don't? i remember writing about summer nights and backroads stolen liquo... » Continue Reading
sifting through the rubble of a train wreck is the tragic consequence of months off the rails i'm having to re-teach myself lessons i thought i had learned forever ago old friends are weights in my shoes and accountability is the harshest of detoxifying agents i will forever envy anyone with a sense of consistency all of my high school sweethearts remain the same and i am forever in flux forever... » Continue Reading
[ for kathy ] i. misery is inherent. sit with her, feel her presence heating your skin, acknowledge her with respect forget childhood campaigns (if you ignore it, it'll leave you alone) and maintain dialogue with the dark dissect what makes you shiver, soon enough gales become breezes and you can start to board windows despair is no part of you as much » Continue Reading
[alternatively titled My Flatmate Is Rich And I Am Homicidal] broke(nhearted) students live their own greek tragedies soundtracked to stock markets crashing through paper thin walls and smoke screened flatmates mourning the death of their safety nets it remains my own burden that i can't afford the simple hedonism of taxis across the city to parties where my neuroticism will fade into the backgro... » Continue Reading
you're all smoke machines and neon lights and darling, anemia can't handle this volume and speed i made a promise to myself years ago that i'd never wait up for anyone but promises are made to be broken and i'd commit any crime on earth to wrap my fingers around yours nothing's hit harder than "you may be responsible but you're also bipolar" because i'll tell you not to come for me and you'll neve... » Continue Reading
i've been seeing stars behind every pair of brown eyes ever since you pulled me from my pit of disillusionment let's haunt long abandoned teenage smoke spots and stare down any motherfucker who dares to claim our lives can't be poetry i'm watching another week of my life slip out from under me [weeks like these always end in tears either way] and of course you could never say no to me because ever... » Continue Reading
i'm trapped in a liminal space for another week this town is eerily quiet to the point where it chills my spine tried to explain to my sister that i'm certain this house is haunted i never feel presences outside my window in the city maybe that's because i havent created any ghosts yet all there is to pass the time here is cigarette smoke and abusing my eardrums with nostalgic bullshit no wonder i... » Continue Reading
for what reason would i want my moods stabilized when instability feels this good? mental illness is like my own personal motherfucking rollercoaster all i want at the moment is to draw emotions from people who intrigue me but want nothing other than a good time my soul is most alive when all you want is my skin and all i want is your insides apparently having your body-as-a-refuge phase isnt too ... » Continue Reading
i've found comfort in watching the seams rip and the fabric fray only a day after i made my last post my life was flipped on it's head talking about losing soulmates and the universe pulling at threads just to tease us and a new knot was tied within twenty four hours it's something entirely else to meet someone who stares right into your soul and you can peer right into theirs now we spend hours t... » Continue Reading
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