i want to be buried, but i do not want to die. buried in arms, buried in sheets, buried in shirts, buried in lipstick marks, buried between his shoulder and neck. there is this great weight upon me- the fear of being terrible. i am so scared to hurt those i love but i am paranoid by my capacity to be horrible. i feel the need to carry this responsibility. my desire to be good for him is not a burd... » Continue Reading
love is thick, it swallows me whole. when i first started getting feelings for him i wrote about how i was caught in his beartrap. i feel like its more of a reverse beartrap now. his metal is in my mouth ripping my jaws open. im digging the key to my freedom from his cavernous ribcage. this tin taste, this gun-metal silver... its intoxicating . its sort of the same feeling i got when i started doi... » Continue Reading
ive been thinking a lot about grief lately. i didnt really have the free time to grieve these past couple of years due to being too caught up worrying about others. death just kept happening over and over with no time of grace. no funeral, no wake, no toast, no requiem. i have only been to two funerals. i wasnt allowed to go to the ones of those i knew who had them a good amount of the time. i did... » Continue Reading
i woke up at like four pm again. thats what i get for staying up so late. all this crazy weather finally stopped which makes me a little sad. i didnt get a chance to dance out in the rain- but i could say that about a lot of things . ive been trying my best to not feel negative emotions lately but its been getting harder and harder. i feel like a zoo animal, where everyone who sees me feels entitl... » Continue Reading
i'm getting fettuccini alfredo and cheesecake for dinner so i can at least feel a little bit 'fancy' while being broker than a serf. i get this strange pleasure out of things feeling 'normal'. i remember when my ex boyfriend moved into his new apartment i loved the feeling of walking around a clean, new kitchen. spotless and completely lacking of memories and character. there was something so matu... » Continue Reading
its raining outside- storming . theres this bush outside on my window that used to be so low to the ground when i was a kid but now it taps on the glass enough to scare me in the middle of the night. the wind keeps blowing it in all sorts of crazy directions. the branches are so thin, i dont know how they stand on their own. when i was little my nana told me lightning was god making new zebras and... » Continue Reading
decided to login to this website for the first time in almost four years. was talking to a friend about pete wentz's old livejournal posts and said that i wished there was a social platform reserved for bullshit prose and musings again. then he reminded me that this site exists! im going to put my sad pretentious sappy thoughts here that are too long and complex for my ventpriv on twitter. or just... » Continue Reading