Yesterday, a seventy-year old man in a wheelchair who lived across the street from me was beaten with a baseball bat by an unknown fugitive ( Read more... )

So it goes like this: I wake up on a Monday afternoon still drunk, still stained with blood and eyeliner and spilled liquor. My cat is staring at me with a glare that makes me think I stepped on her tail or ate her firstborn or forgot to feed her, but her food dish is full so I don't feel too bad. I missed my class again but I have the completed ( Read more... )

This is for you, even though I know you would rather watch me slit my wrists in a bathtub full of cold water than know that I still type words with your name engraved in the margins ( Read more... )

"Do you know what I think love is ( Read more... )

I'm slowly learning how to prioritize the lines between mental and physical. I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that sex is not a destruction of self and that I don't have to cry when I kiss you. I used to be at my most vulnerable when your dick was in my throat and your hands traveled to places on my body that I was afraid to touch when the ( Read more... )

I am making this entry public for all the people that have added me to their friends' list that I have not added back ( Read more... )

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