I was back in Brooklyn and now I'm back in Seattle. My new house is green with heart molding. My best friend Chris and I have been sleeping in shacks and on floors and now we finally have a soft bed and door to close (not to mention a vegetable garden !!! and quiet street for my cats to explore). I bought us two one-way tickets the night I left V ( ( Read more... )

Concentric circles, a solar system, a conscious tilting focus to the pane inside my telescope ( Read more... )

I'm once again skipping town, heading back to Brooklyn to live in a beautiful three bedroom apartment with V. The kitchen walls are already pink and we're going to have taxidermy, a dictionary collection, and oil paintings of cute animals ( Read more... )

meditate ( Read more... )

I live in Oakland now without her and it is as awful as it is awesome ( Read more... )

Doormat syndrome kills too slowly.

so sadddddddd uggggggggggggggggh
I don't have the energy to write anything.
I woke up crying and I cried in the shower.
this is the saddest I've ever been, for sure.

I’ve been waking up around this time each night with what my mom says is potassium deficiency. The electric field around my heart feels shorted out, and with each strain to catch my pulse I grow more paranoid. I see my sludge blood pulling hot and slow like swamp mud through my limbs. I become convinced the engine in my heart is like a lawn mower. ( Read more... )

I could stand right here between all of you people and say every single word I can think of. I would say them calmly until you stopped pretending to listen. I would lose my voice, and someday I will certainly have a heart attack from being misunderstood.

Why is it every time my sister does anything that I haven't done yet I feel like offing myself?