January 2012
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I just realized having a picture of part of my signature on Tumblr isn’t very smart. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.
i’m all of a sudden terrified to sext. i dont recognize myself.
allyson-in-wonderland replied to your post: slam it
i wanted to go!!! i love slam poetry/spoken word.
You and me, girl, we’re gonna go to a slam poetry reading soon and nobody’s gonna stop us!
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slam it
For all you slam poetry junkies out there, here is Phil Kaye. He and Sarah Kay, slam poets and founders of Project V.O.I.C.E., came tonight to UCSB to host and perform at a slam poetry contest.
I like slam poetry and sometimes I even love it, but I don’t actively listen to it, and I had never been to a live, flesh and blood, slam poetry reading until tonight. It was fucking awesome....
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I put on make-up and did my hair thinking I was going to go out, but now I just look good while watching Jurassic Park and eating blueberries.
awkward alarm clock
The only time I had sex while my roommate was in the room was for birthday sex. She used that right this morning. I wanted to say “congratulations”, but I figured that would only make it weirder.
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Counselor 1: Is that your signature?
Me: Yeah. It's crazy, I know.
Counselor 2: It's artistic.
Counselor 1: It reminds me of van Gogh.
Me in my head: Yeah, crazy.
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"The Writing Life: The point of the long and... →
My writing professor suggested this article, in which, author, Pico Iyer, both laments and protests the slow death of the long sentence in the writing world today.
It’s an interesting phenomenon, the short sentence—the 140-characters, the quick text and the even quicker emoticon. Although I think short sentences can be powerful and vivid when used correctly (Ernest Hemingway; William...
“Que funny soy!”
– My mom
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the distance between two lines
I can’t wait to quit my job. A part of me feels ungrateful for saying so after I spent countless months searching for one. Week after week over summer I went to student resources at the library to check in on whether my application had been looked at. Then I was ecstatic when I did get the job. I thought it would make me happy—fulfill me in some way. But who am I kidding? I just needed the...
“The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.”
– E.E Cummings (via waitingforteaagain)
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My parents are the only people who don’t know I’m a wreck and I don’t know how to tell them.
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Doing what I do best
Eating pizza, drinking beer, and watching Buffy.
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Each time I try to fall asleep, I’m jolted by some nightmarish vision. Once I am asleep, I dream of somebody commenting on how I smell, or telling me that my smell reminds them of something they used to know. I just want to sleep like a normal person.
A woman once told me that I had gumption for drinking bourbon after eating ice cream. All I’ve ever wanted was gumption.
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Beauty and the Beast
Me: How does Chip hop? Cups don't bend.
Kaysee: Yes, that's the one problem with this movie.
beer, pizza, and puppies!
I hate when people tell me, “I would make babies with you.” I mean, it’s not like I get that that often, but when I do it makes me feel gross and quesy on the inside. I don’t wanna make babies with anybody, ever. I get that it just means that you’d have sex with me, but you’re dealing with a very visual, literal person. So, stop it. You’re gross. I...
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Anonymous asked: You should post more pictures of yourself.
femmepunx asked: Can we go back to New York?
anon is on and i keep clicking the wrong buttons i... →
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more than just a whisper in your ears
And I wondered if that was how it felt to be an ocean—to be open, vast, and secretive until hitting the shore, until veiling willing bodies with violent waves of all the secrets that don’t belong on the inside.
Hours after midnight I exploded. Skin against skin unlocked the grenade and I exploded with fury and with a mad sadness that I had created a long sickly romance with. And, like an...
Going into the new year like a dead tree blooming.
December 2011
12 posts
I’m really good at crying.
america is why i’m fat.
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But I really do want holiday sex.
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I LOVE MASS DELETING THINGS!
I’ll probably delete this later, too!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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and the word was
He traced her savage bow-shaped lips with his hard thumb, letting the dull red paint smear on his skin as he listened to her deep, steady breaths shift into a drawn out moan, as her body released itself from a heavy slumber and found itself awake in the black-and-white photograph that was their room. Her round, swollen eyes looked up at him and gleamed like obsidian in the gray sunlight that...
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