May 2013
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“Very often when you just can’t decide between two or more options, Mariah,...”
– The Universe
I drank my weight
in water mixed with paint
and as it poured from my eyes
and ran through my veins
and trickled down my fingertips
I woke up
and realized
I had been a work of art
my whole life
and no critic
can convince me otherwise
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I just had this random memory wash over me from when I was seven years old and my family was living in a tiny town in Oregon. We lived on a hill, and everything was green and tree-y and wonderful, and I remember sitting in the ankle-deep wild grass at sunset all by myself, pulling up the blades with my little fingers and feeling happy. That memory feels so incredibly far away. It almost seems to...
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First poem I've written in nearly four months. →
Holy shit it’s about fucking time
hellolxsa:
i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to...
