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seaweed paint sugar & poetry
bathing in an impossible october: you drank from me;we were only sleep&our fingers stretched as far as they probably could (hanging up calendars we made frim the rain).
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Lux_87
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Everything_But_Myself
whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. and the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels). we peered through the windows, new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating. -
AWonderfulJumble
I am a teacher. I update often. All names have been changed to protect the innocent (and guilty). As always, Art, Poems, Songs, Secrets. -
dig__it
black sweet blood mouthfuls, shadows. -
sparrrrrow
I'm a quiet girl but I think a lot. I want to be in love, but sometimes I get scared of it. I miss every place I've ever been and it's confusing as hell because whenever I feel the urge to say, I want to go home- I don't even know where I'm referring to. Maybe I'm referring to a person. But you know what? I don't think anyone could ever really handle me or comprehend me. I guess I'm just growing up and waiting for something to jolt me into a real sort existence. -
greekstagee
he liked art, and sometimes her voice sounded like a painting -
peppermintss
"All I can do is be me, whoever that is." -Bob Dylan. This is not for you. This is raw, unedited. This is straight from my head and my heart. This is what pours from my mind late at night when the monsters in my closet awake. -
chasing_heartbeats
realizing real lies. -
marigoldmermaid
i no longer know who i am, and i feel like the ghost of a total stranger. -
Somniferes
Feeling is caught in the approach- avoidance bind between concern both for people and for All Creatures Great and Small, and a psycho-magnetic repulsion from the same.
