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I haven’t written in a long time.

If we have souls then I think mine is a tree trunk. Thickening each year around rings I can’t carve out.

Layers of rotting wood.

Life moves in circles like the water of waves. Our fates inescapable, always a tragedy. The Greeks knew.

Are our stories set in tombstones? You can’t rewrite an epitaph.

Love me, and I’ll be your Aphrodite with lungs full of black tar.

The gnarled pit that my sweet flesh surrounds.

It surrounds you too, surrounds us all.

 If I can swim to the surface, is a single breath worth it if my feet are still rooted in rock bottom?

It drags us down.

Like lost anchors in tides pulled in and out by our histories.

Soothe me, let’s sail somewhere new. Against shining seas, I’ll be your muse.

But can we ever leave a single moment we’ve lived?

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body hatred

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You're More Like Bondage.

You make my thoughts into cigarette smoke in a still room.

Pulling my brain like Hot sugar when you run your fingers down My neck.

You'll reach my lower back as the sugar cools and shatters on the floor.

It's happened before.

My empty head throbs along with the heaves of your chest.

Reeling.

There's a reason it's called a Ribcage. Keep it inside, keep it in.

You taste like liquor on my lips. Wet and distant from the person I was two hours ago.

Do you hang your clothes on me? Weigh me down.

My eyes are cloudy and I can't look At you. Won't look at you.

But I feel you in the heat behind My cheeks, The slickness that lives in My mouth, and the faltering sway of My hips.

Look at me, love me.

Coat me like lime and You can have me forever. I'll scratch at the surface but Let's forget what's underneath.

Because I want you. And I never stopped.

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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut  (via hannahsuitor)

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"John William Keedy explores themes of anxiety and varied neuroses in his photography."

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I worry a lot about accomplishments.

And not having any.

I don't want to die before I've done something meaningful.

But today I kind of had this weird realization, that when someone makes me laugh or smile or love them a little bit more, even if it's just for a moment

then that person is meaningful to me.

So maybe I should spend more time focusing on making the people in my life see themselves the way I see them,

and I can make then smile and laugh and remind them that they're great.

And maybe that will be enough for me.

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just to let you know, you are absolutely stunning and you're so funny and i absolutely envy your way with words and your sponteneity and your uniqueness. you are so great i just wish you could see yourself how I see you.

That's too nice. I'm not that great.. I don't know what to say, but thank you.

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“I remember when we screened the first movie in London, when Mr. Big shows Carrie that closet he’s built for her and the entire audience clapped. I found that devastating. Maybe that’s a strong word, but I was disheartened. Because I thought: ‘Is this what these women in the audience think true love is? A man who has enough money to buy you a walk-in closet?’”

Cynthia Nixon (via bennett-amanda)

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I don't really understand

that no matter how many anti-depressants I'm on I still feel like dying because I'm a loser and my boyfriend and friends are so much better, smarter, funnier, better-looking, and more successful than me. And I'm so scared of the day when they realize that I'm actually not cool or fun to be around and I'm a big phony, and then they're gonna go off and all be friends together without me and I will be alone and just be eating chips and twizzlers.

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Твиттер no We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/56122698/via/0219

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