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Tue, 21 May 2013 10:55:54 -0700

ambassadorofunicorns:

mirificentia:

gifovea:

How Wings Are Attached to the Backs of Angels

by Craig Welsh (1996)

I find this weirdly fascinating

Correction: were

yOU KNOW YOU CAN LEAVE OKAY

I’ll sell you my first born daughter for 5 cows and a goat.

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:52:42 -0700

I’ll sell you my first born daughter for 5 cows and a goat.

I FORGOT MY PHONE AT HOME AND I AM SOOOO MAD.

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:33:47 -0700

I FORGOT MY PHONE AT HOME AND I AM SOOOO MAD.

Toast for breakfast.

Tue, 21 May 2013 07:26:29 -0700

Toast for breakfast.

actegratuit: Drawings by Christina Mrozik via

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:34:46 -0700

actegratuit:

Drawings by Christina Mrozik

via

I fell asleep in the shower.

Tue, 21 May 2013 06:31:20 -0700

I fell asleep in the shower.

Photo

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:22:52 -0700

Awesome 2007 art.

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:10:48 -0700

Awesome 2007 art.

entangledroots: Mikhail Mushroom A couple of weeks ago I...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:43:14 -0700

entangledroots:

Mikhail Mushroom

A couple of weeks ago I created a new lino cut. I have been spending a large portion of my time…

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I find it weird that after 6 years, I wrote poems about my first boyfriend. I find it weird that...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:25:00 -0700

I find it weird that after 6 years, I wrote poems about my first boyfriend.

I find it weird that after 6 years, I’m not sure I even believe in love anymore.

We’ll go to all the museums in Los Angeles.We’ll see Warhol and ArbusRuscha and...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:22:00 -0700

We’ll go to all the museums in Los Angeles.
We’ll see Warhol and Arbus
Ruscha and Degas
Rembrandt and Van Gogh.
Photographs and sculptures
Painting and videos.
Classics to the most abstract.

We’ll buy coffee table books in the giftshops
to add to our collections.

We spent 16 hours on the bus.You sat in the row behind me.We passed love letters to each otherand...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:17:00 -0700

We spent 16 hours on the bus.
You sat in the row behind me.
We passed love letters to each other
and sang to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
As we crossed into New Mexico,
you stared out the window
and talked about the snow.
As it got dark
you held my hand.
We kissed in the dark without anyone knowing.
We tried to see who would fall asleep first.
I didn’t sleep the whole night.
I got butterflies thinking of you.

Snowy night. Highway rest stop.You had no sweater. You were not cold.I ate jawbreaker candies.When...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:08:41 -0700

Snowy night. Highway rest stop.
You had no sweater.
You were not cold.
I ate jawbreaker candies.
When you kissed me
you said I tasted like strawberries.

Love like Winter. December afternoon. Snow is falling. The sun offers no warmth. Our breaths visible...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:07:44 -0700

Love like Winter.
December afternoon.
Snow is falling.
The sun offers no warmth.
Our breaths visible before us,
a little puff of smoke.
Sitting in the snow with you
jeans getting wet.
The cold getting stronger
chilled
but being with you
I just don’t care
what is going on.
Your icy hand reaches for mine
silly smile on your face.
I can’t help but laugh.

I used to want to be a writer A poet, a teller of wondrous stories but I’ve forgotten how to write...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:03:00 -0700

I used to want to be a writer
A poet, a teller of wondrous stories
but I’ve forgotten how to write
and I’m trying to find it
but I keep falling and
falling
and
falling
and I can’t find myself.
I’m chasing after past dreams,
living in meaningless memories.
Digging
deeper
deeper
deeper
and I’m lost
inside my mind
my thoughts.
I can’t get out.

I’m going to put trigger warnings on my old notebooks or maybe burn them so I don’t have...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:50:28 -0700

I’m going to put trigger warnings on my old notebooks or maybe burn them so I don’t have to go through them anymore.

I’m actually starting to get depressed going over some of this old stuff. I used to be very...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:38:22 -0700

I’m actually starting to get depressed going over some of this old stuff. I used to be very passionate about writing. It was something that I loved doing. I used to be great with words.

I was cool in 2009 and before. All my writing was good.2009 was seriously my best year for writing...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:35:32 -0700

I was cool in 2009 and before. All my writing was good.
2009 was seriously my best year for writing and after that everything went downhill. I think my depression got too bad and I haven’t been able to get out of it.

Listen to my sirens song, Listen to me singCan you hear my voice in the dark?Can you hear me...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:33:03 -0700

Listen to my sirens song, Listen to me sing
Can you hear my voice in the dark?
Can you hear me scream?

Follow my voice to a lake far away
Listen to my words, can you feel my pain?
Listen to me carefully,Can you se what I see?

Here in my cave, I sing to bring you here, I lead you to your death
Follow my fatal tune, Lets see if you survive.
Follow my voice to a place, where no one ever leaves
As much as you hope, you are never free

Here in my land, in my secluded world,
only once you die are you free to leave

Listen to my sirens song, For in it is a message,
Do not come near,
I am the fisher of men,
I am the keeper of souls.

Listen to my sirens song,
Listen to me sing.

Soaring up into the sky on a brightly colored starPlanets fall down into almost non-existent watersI...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:31:00 -0700

Soaring up into the sky on a brightly colored star
Planets fall down into almost non-existent waters
I reach up to the highst shelf a pick a plain colored jar
I peer inside and see the palm trees reach up high
Up above they sing, those unholy martyrs
They smile down on me and throw their Holy Bibles
They sing their praises to the “Lord”

Centaurs sing and wood nymphs dance
Every single night
They know the truth and sing it right, and no one is left out
Others search and search for the mythical holy grail
They lift the cup up to their lips and drink the sacred blood
It poors on to the ground like hallowed wine
Before it is the Holy Rood, On it lays their Saviour
Stare up with your zealous eyes and see the non-divine