Just to break my own fall, just to break my fall
A few notes:
Dear school,
Stop kicking my ass!
Pleadingly,
me
Dear little brother,
STOP BEING GROUNDED BECAUSE YOU ARE DUMB. Because then I hear about it 2100 miles away and what can I do? Nothing. Never underestimate the power of denial, little bit.
yours,
tu hermana
Dear Killers CD,
You rock! Keep up the good work.
-Rockstar Me
Dear Micheline's book,
Your influence is turning me in windy directions. I just dont know anymore.
-tu estudiante
Yo! Interpersonal relationships,
Could we keep the bullshit to a minimum? Could we get a little easier?
despairingly,
la introvert
Dear Lit Crit Final Essay I haven't Written Yet,
You. Me. We're taking it outside. And I am walking away.
-The Post Colonialist
Dear lungs,
I'm sorry. Just put up with it a little longer. The same goes to you, madame liver.
-the brain, mouth and hands
Dear World,
CALM THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW DEAR JESUS.
-me
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Today I was sitting at the table during Holiday dinner and there was candles and we had this big long table of all of us, my friends and lovies and Mills ladies and there was good food and warmth and laughter. One of those moments. I was sitting there and it felt warm and good and still and good and light for these tiny moments. But all I could think of was that I was sitting there and I had this thought of, Everything is going to change. And How can it stay like this? Like that feeling. Some wind is blowing through and I'm holding on with my teeth and nails and I just don't know.
I just don't know. I have no fucking clue.
Dear school,
Stop kicking my ass!
Pleadingly,
me
Dear little brother,
STOP BEING GROUNDED BECAUSE YOU ARE DUMB. Because then I hear about it 2100 miles away and what can I do? Nothing. Never underestimate the power of denial, little bit.
yours,
tu hermana
Dear Killers CD,
You rock! Keep up the good work.
-Rockstar Me
Dear Micheline's book,
Your influence is turning me in windy directions. I just dont know anymore.
-tu estudiante
Yo! Interpersonal relationships,
Could we keep the bullshit to a minimum? Could we get a little easier?
despairingly,
la introvert
Dear Lit Crit Final Essay I haven't Written Yet,
You. Me. We're taking it outside. And I am walking away.
-The Post Colonialist
Dear lungs,
I'm sorry. Just put up with it a little longer. The same goes to you, madame liver.
-the brain, mouth and hands
Dear World,
CALM THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW DEAR JESUS.
-me
-
Today I was sitting at the table during Holiday dinner and there was candles and we had this big long table of all of us, my friends and lovies and Mills ladies and there was good food and warmth and laughter. One of those moments. I was sitting there and it felt warm and good and still and good and light for these tiny moments. But all I could think of was that I was sitting there and I had this thought of, Everything is going to change. And How can it stay like this? Like that feeling. Some wind is blowing through and I'm holding on with my teeth and nails and I just don't know.
I just don't know. I have no fucking clue.