"extremely haunted"
peroxide. 21. nyc.
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Category: Writing and Poetry
bus day. bus never ends. sleeping on couches on record heat. sipping gin and seltzer and ice to stay cool. late night bridge walks. shoddy pizza places. instant regret turns into instant memories. this is what it’s all about and more. one day you’re gonna miss it all. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i sit by the river and look at the water. bugs fly and dance above it. they swarm, blowing in the wind, aiming at nothing. on the other side of the planet somebody dies. i rest against a rock. on the other side of the city somebody is born. small whirlpools still flow. leaves still tremble in the wind. i lay down on the rock like it’s my bed and put my hand in the moving water. a bird sings beyond... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
05. 10. this bus never ends. it goes on and on, all around the country. all around the world. all around the universe. in another life, the bus stops sometimes and we get out. we take things in and out of it. we’re content with this notion. life stills gnaws at me with the question: Why Isn’t It You Yet? THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT. i ca » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
all my friends are becoming corpses and, here’s the sound of summer through your front window. it could always be worse you could always be them you wake up one day and it’ » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
did you know that once you break a boundary, there’s no going back? studies show 73.3% increase in fighting just to fight. doing just to do. subject C: you will never be the same again. subject B: you will never be normal again. did you know that it’s all man made? all those chemicals up there. fighting just to fight. doing just to do. touching just to touch. what’s the use of it all? an 100% i... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
super unkind low life, out of this world something else entirely it’s not what we wanted it’s not what we asked for it’s not we were meant to do slowly growing insane slowly i become free slowly only slowly what happened to yesterday? what happened to tomorrow? what happened to last year? what happened? an apology for the broken dream » Continue Reading
Category: Life
feeling like my life is so finite these days. like there is no grasp on anything — i am just waiting until it all gives out. and after that i won’t know what to do. in every good moment there’s me hanging on to it because I Don’t Know When This Will Happen Again. here’s the portrait of someone who doesn’t know what’s going on. here’s the picture of someone who is never on time. here’s the image of... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
iamperoxide more like iamabrokenrecord because i just say the same things over and over again. how can i not? i am largely miserable. and when you’re doing as bad as i am you really want to talk about it as much as possible because if you don’t you die. at least that’s my case. one thing about me is that my life entirely depends on other peoples niceness and mercy. that validation is always being ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i find myself grieving at the thought of growing once again. it’s not that i want things to be the way they used to be (i don’t think so anyways); i just look back and wish i had more time before it all changed so fast. it’s a little messed up. you wait and you wait and you wait and suddenly there still wasn’t enough time. This Is All You Wanted And More. but there’s nowhere to run. it’s just you ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
sometimes when i’m in the back of a car late at night i like to close my eyes and pretend i’m 12 or 10 or 8 and i’m in my parents car and we’re going home and it’s really not that late at all, maybe only 11 pm, but it feels so late and we finally pull into the driveway and i’m home and i sleep. then i open my eyes again and there are no driveways anymore. it’s just me. it’s always just me. and i w... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
the worlds most tortured soul (me) finally got a break. in LA for the week. i’m trying not to get too attached. walked around beverly hills the same way i walk around park slope hoping someone will come out of the beautiful houses and be my best friend and pay off my student loans and help me be beautiful and clean just like everyone else here. all that happens is the usual; i pet a few dogs, lie ... » Continue Reading
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