So, what's your name?: Linnea ( Read more... )

Child Protective Services is visiting my fucking family.

friends who don't have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
but down in your arms,
in your arms, I am a wild creature.

A year in pictures

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I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines come"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

Well, if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen.

you were breathing against my throat
covering your laugh up with your long black overcoat

Sick of my own ineffectual, hopeless, helpless, panicky mess. Drugs to stuff me full of anxiety and fuck me up further. The inability to change anything; relationships, life patterns, fucking clothes for the love of God who I talk to against everything. Mostly know asking him to deliver or kill me. Pray that I’m learning something from all of this ( Read more... )

I miss you all.

I've befriended an evangelist crack addict and I'm more and more afraid of death.