when i'm at the beach
i like thinking
about the size of the rocks
before they became sand.

with wet feet,
it's like walking around
with boulders
on your soles.

( i feel like kansas, you're just dust passing through me. )

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it is cold outside, it is cold inside ( Read more... )

my parents turn off lights at 11. head to bed. i turn lights on at 11:15, one by one, reopening rooms and kitchens, padding around, stocking feet, sleepless ( Read more... )

lj-cut this, bitchtits. [insert crude gesture of choice.]

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early morning fighting is a constant, and screams ( Read more... )

if i was a profession i'd be: a photo journalist dodging bullets in situations i never believed i'd get into...or out of. there is something so poignant about documenting pain.

( ... & if you give the slightest, randomest shit, then. click. )

(wind howls. branches crack and fall.)

her: things are breaking outside.
him: my heart is breaking in this room.
her: ...that was so sad.
him: you made me promise never to lie.

...they leave me hot and cold.
( shiver. )