what is fuckcase? fuckcase is the way i type. no, its not typing lwrcse. yes, im making a big deal out of this cuz im special. typing lwrcse is like this, nothing rlly special, just no ”big” lttrs. TYPING UPPERCASE LIKE THIS IS A THING, IT JUST LOOX AGGRESSIVE AF. t7p!ng l1k3 th1z i$ @lso r33l!!1 X3 1dk wh@t itz c@11ed tho halp?!?!?!1 >n < fckcse is kind of like a mix of the super nmbry tpng way... » Continue Reading
Oh how beatifully yellow you are, my sweet banana car. Stepping out of the bar, and gettin into my banana car. Going fast like a jaguar, driving my banana car. People stare like I'm bizarre, because I drive a banana car. Pulled up at the snack-bar, locking the banana car. Fuck. It got stolen. » Continue Reading
I know it's the bigger things that matter more, but when i think about us together, finally living together and stuff, i think about our mugs together in a cupboard. Weird, i know. But both of us have one little odd or unique one and it's the one we always use. You have a hello kitty one, i have a snoopy one. Even if we're thousands of kilometers apart it reminds me that no matter the distance, we... » Continue Reading
Then I realize what I said. The words hung in the air like smoke that won’t clear, like glass shattering in slow motion — every fragment sharp enough to remember, but too many to ever piece back together. Then I was » Continue Reading
Then I realize what I said. Then I was mad. Mad at him, mad at her, mad at myself. Mad because I wanted him and I can’t have him. Because I’m just the other woman — a shadow, a half-ghost, a secret that tastes like ash when I try to swallow it. » Continue Reading
I really want my skateboard back. It’s not just about needing it — it’s something I worked for, searched for, and poured both time and money into. It’s the one thing I gave you to hold onto, to cherish, and to take care of, because with it I also gave you a piece of myself. I trusted you with that part of me. Maybe I was naïve to believe that giving you something so meaningful wouldn't become a bu... » Continue Reading
despite all the places you have escaped, you will never leave the invisible confines of your hometown the thick, unbreakable white walls of the high school where boys are caught in the gray bathrooms under fluorescent lights and girls are choked and drained in cars parked on the cracked black concrete sending up heat waves the roads where cars drive holding infinite worlds of thought and percepti... » Continue Reading