In describing myself it was safe to say that I was a walking insurgency. It was a conflict long in the making, even before I was born. A conquest for an idenity, a struggle to harmonically define the very fundamentals of my being. A riot and unrest embodied; the truest definition of a civil war raged in me. And I was losing.

I woke up this morning and missed you.

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Orange was the color of terra cotta;
taut skin toiling tirelessly in the heat.
was the color of violent kisses at tangerine sunset
and of eyes in their gaze, candy-coat lashes flapping
wildly like butterflies at sea.

"I'll pick out two outfits, one which is disgusting and one nice and I'll ask my 'friend' what they think. If they go for the revolting one, I cut them out of my life."

Pairs Hilton on how she weeds out her friends

today i saw a grown-ass man... with a pink razr. and i flipped my shit.

beyond providence and the purview of logic we find the moments we turned to flesh, the things we gave feeling, and the beauty we gave meaning.

Fall Semester Schedule Monday/Wednesday 12:30-1:45 ENGL 2145 Intro to English Studies Bowers 2:00-3:15 ENGL 3230 Literary ( Read more... )

tvs on the cusp of audibility
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& they'll fawn over the pictures that were taken
because secretly, or not so much, they want in