keeping the paper dry was half the battle.

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my slinger gives me butterflies,
and that aint no type of herb.

my wake up,
in bed,
hair time line.

( chocolate girl )

"life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."
-kahlil gibran

i can see my hair for the first time in months wo a mirror.

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my 'drive' has been switched from my vagina to my hands. after an eight am bike ride,wake n bake in the rose garden, a walk around a cemetary, my blood has been cheering. every cell clapping/jumping/twirling. anxious to be pumped through my body from banging too hard on the piano keys rather than crawling along while i sleep. a dusty veil of desire ( Read more... )

no longer a person
just a thousand little flaws.

last few daze.


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getting to my phone at three am only to read message after message, missed call after missed call, all regarding the so cal fires. my highschool will be the evacuation shelter for my family and cats. my mom asking me there is only one carrier and we have two cats, so which one goes in the carrier? officially broke down at this moment, little did i ( Read more... )

time goes by way too fast for my own good. my social skills have been lacking lately. i feel as if i am a baby when it comes to being social, not knowing a thing, just being thrown into crowds. even w my family of friends im finding it difficult to hold conversations with. it just all seems so trivial. i am a hermit to the max, not in a depressed ( Read more... )