Dear Kassie ( Read more... )

i've eaten a real meal for the first time in days.
now i feel ill.
poetry.

i made a speech about tolerance at our christmas table,
and wondered how much of a hypocrite it made me.

follow your inner moonlight,
i'm choosing not to listen.

my bones are made of porcelain.
my mouth still feels the cold menthol smoke.

when tempted, we can be really gross people.
but usually we're unprovoked.

god, i'm so transparent ( Read more... )

Last night you showed up in the dark ( Read more... )

i am not your creative unconscious ( Read more... )

i am so ugly when i cry.

i have never felt so blatantly and crushingly alone.

i don't even have something to devote myself to.

the answer is clearly to listen to "needle in the hay" on repeat.

lafk;lkf;lk what the fuck, status as an artist/whole human being