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Maybe it's called "free time" because if it's spent with the right person, they repay you with the time they spend with you. -
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I feel like broken glass and split lips. I feel like I am breaking glass and splitting lips. The house is dark and the sounds would break the walls if they were glass. If the sounds were glass, they would split lips. If glass built the walls, it would be dark like the house. When my lips split, I will sweep my hands along the sidewalk and spit the ( Read more... ) -
this summer,
I want sleepless nights and hazy sunrises, pale-faced from forgetting to breathe and emaciated because the world is too beautiful to stop running. I want a whirlwind romance that screams and throws me down hillsides, keeps me awake just to share the sunshine and fails to take deeper root. I want it to end with a passionate crawl down a city ( Read more... ) -
my explanation of why people say "[sexual act] isn't fun"
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I guess I'm not the same person you believed in.
The fact that this time of year is so hard for me just cements how WRONG I was about him last year. And it kills me that I ever bothered to cry over him when I know how false it all was, from all sides. Not when I know what two years ago was. Not when I know what any of it was, when I look back and think of all those fucked up days and the shit I ( Read more... ) -
when I lay beside you for the first time, I told you...
I think the problem is that I know I don't feel that little whatever-the-fuck-it-is for this girl now ( Read more... ) -
it's been so long since you've said...
Oh god, I still feel it, every bit of it.
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I'm beginning to get frustrated with this new years situation. Rachel and I planned this great party and invited more than 30 people, the VAST majority of whom neither of us have seen in 4 months because we both go to college out of state. We've had only 5 people say they're attending, and I know at least 3 are planning on going to other parties as ( Read more... ) -
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Her manicure is a pretty kind of uxoricide; her eyes are wide with forbidden temptation, and she's been asked to leave her old bags behind. She's insecure about her facade, she's tried to hasten the end but the path was too hard to find so she left her spoken pride at the station. It's no wonder she cries in the basement, tin cans her carapace ( Read more... ) -
Only Sometimes Do I Like Bugs
nonfiction prompt on a moment in childhood, for my creative writing class Somewhere in the hills of one of the Carolinas, or maybe Virginias-I had slept most of the car ride and missed all of the signs-my parents' friends had found a commune of artists and made a brief home. The giant farm had great rolling hills, ancient trees bent toward each ( Read more... )