December 2011
24 posts
amor-sin-ojos asked: Your words hold beauty that can heal.
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I'm Moving To Minnesota
to a house built of Queens of Hearts, of half-filled notebooks, of stacks of bullshit we never sorted through, tucked into a quiet neighborhood like a four-page letter into an envelope I sent you, if I move I won’t have to spend any more money on postage stamps,
And you can bring your boyfriends and I can bring my loneliness and they’ll cancel each other out and then all we’ll...
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music appreciation [II]; or, why ugly maroon...
we played it on the moon in 1969 piano out of tune, but it didn’t matter he sang, and he has laura’s voice, and she sounds like a ghost, and she wants you, and is it wrong to say she wants to be you, too? nail polish covers bruises on his fingers i’m such a pretty piece of meat, and that’s the ugliest fuckin’ smile i’ve ever seen. would you let me call you Pixie...
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my brother got into brown, early decision, on a tuesday; she’s going to tulane. yesterday when i woke him up, he asked me did i have a certain profession in mind. i said no, because i feel smart, i know i’m smart, but the smart can only get you so far.
he agrees. he doesn’t know what he wants to do with himself.
he asked me did i think it would involve writing; i said yes. he...
it took my brother four years to find his best friend who happens to be a really beautiful girl a lot cooler than him, and now she’s moving to new orleans and he’s off to rhode island (which is where my mother was born, that’s why they named her rhoda) to meet ivy-league-girls whose names are probably multi-syllabic and multi-fucking complicated, i don’t want to lose my...
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"I want to ____, but I can't ____."
people who sweat into the sweaters they’re wearing, people who go straight home after ninth without breathing a word to anyone who probably wouldn’t hear anyway, they can’t listen past sugar gumdrop smiles and mangled POVs, point of views, sixty-two that’s how many times she walked up and down 8th street looking for the oxfords she wanted, or maybe shoes with split...
His name is Jake.
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dirtyprojections:
I’ve moved to the far end of Russia- the one way on the other side of the other. It’s here I’ve found what had been bothering me then-a freckle of a larger whole constructed of toothpicks and glue that the kids didn’t eat- When I reached across your lap and tapped the shoulder of the ghost you were so closely holding. He was the blanket that covered you to your collar bone....
alliwantisforyoutoloveme asked: you're writing is beautiful (as always)
Anonymous asked: Sometimes, I feel like this world is eating me alive.
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[untitled]
He started dreaming at four, and stopped waking up in the middle at fourteen.
“What do you dream about?” they asked in third grade, their stick-on nails askew, the posters proclaiming You Can Be Anything You Want To Be! And what the shit does that mean, scoffed Noah; he didn’t realize he was misusing the word “shit.”
His English teacher in 7th grade read “A...
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toranseisstrong:
I think I know why I get so frustrated when people talk about “well, some teens aren’t ready for certain ideas/concepts/topics, therefore they shouldn’t have to read books that deal with them.”
Because first off, it implies that there is something inherent in that particular teen who can’t handle it. That they have a natural “innocence” or “immaturity” or whatever it...
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letter i didn't mean to send [what i hate about...
i don’t think you think i’m special because whenever i think something about someone it ends up being wrong. what do you hate about this picture? i hate the way it looks at me when i eat, hands slip-sliding over shreds of flesh and it smiles at me from across the room and that’s never happened to me before. you smile at whoever you want, as if it’s so easy. i hate that this...
Anonymous asked: what grade are you in?
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Six Word Stories
My turn on? Ugly maroon sweaters.
Joint rolled on top of Walden.
Your fish eyes don’t scare me.
“Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me. Hello...”
– “Mad World,” Tears for Fears
for dana [III]
Tell me how you fell from the roof because it must be such an interesting story for someone who hates you, how your bones made sort of a nauseating crunchy sound and your skin erupted like popped blisters, your nose broke open and poured pus and worms and you were hallucinating and you knew it but couldn’t stop oh God, oh God, what’s happening to me and what’s wrong with my body,...
Her heart broke; it split right down the middle sometime during the operation, splattered blood everywhere, splattered chunks down the front of her dress, we don’t know why she was wearing a dress during an operation but she was; it did. Her heart broke; doctors probed it with long metal instruments that didn’t make music, instead music seeped from between the severed tissues, baBUM,...
adolescence
i’m not a mess, i just dress like one what ties you to the couch? tiredness and i notice you have a hard time getting up out of chairs once you’re settled in, why’s that? i’m not a mess, i don’t even know how to be one, i can’t find the resolve keep slipping out of character and then i just feel pathetic, my style keeps chang- ing, i don’t know why, i know...
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I can't fix you, baby
Alec watches Glee on Tuesday nights with his brother, a bowl of popcorn between them and textbooks spread in their laps. He has already decided on his favorite characters, in case his brother ever asks: Quinn, because she’s a fucking mess, and Brittany, because she doesn’t care that everyone’s a fucking mess. Tuesday nights are always saturated with homework, studying, and...
names that start with E
i have always been jealous of girls whose names start with E no, not you, elena i mean white girls like Emma and Eve, the day that she died i took a walk in my grungy boots and grungy shorts and i had on a tight white tank top and i looked hot, and i was hot, it was a warm october day
i walked to the seaport and back and thought maybe i could smoke out my problems, death by asphyxiation, when i...
“dickhead fuckface cocksmokin’ motherfuckin’ asshole dirty twat waste...”
– “platypus (i hate you)”, green day
Cake and Bake
[rather long, so it’s under a cut. feedback appreciated|not required.]
She texts me, Walk with me to Cake and Bake, and it isn’t exactly a walk for me because I have to take the train to her house but I do it anyway because I like her. She has curly hair, red curls, the color of Christmas. It matches the mid-December weather. I imagine her red curls sitting against the white of...