My beauty does not have grace.
It is not blatant or lucid.
Instead it is quiet,
Devastating,
Feral.
Guttural.
A cleverly designed mosaic of flaws.
Intoxicating.
Addictive.
But in the same sense, ordinary
And therefore forgettable.

Hey guys. It's been a while. I've been heartsick. How about you?

I turned 22 on Saturday. This is all I can muster for now.

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We are the stones that hold in this river ( Read more... )

I have a slight obsession with organization, which, humorously enough, pretty much makes me one of the most unorganized people you will ever meet. I have too many notebooks, all with their own distinct purposes, but as I can never seem to keep one thought from leaking into the next for very long, the order rarely remains. Financial calculations ( Read more... )

I want to believe what is being given is worth what is being taken away.

Every day I look in the mirror and wonder, “Who are you?”

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Oh, Halloween - what a goddamn ridiculous holiday you were this year! Drunk by 4pm, I contemplated running home to grab a handful of candy to share with the adorable kid trick-or-treaters. But then I realized that probably wouldn’t go over well with the guardians of the city ( Read more... )