you do this because this is what people do in your situation. like when you cross and clasp your hands together and tangle your fingers. left index. right ring. you can't raise them. your head can't distinguish where one hand stops. where the next begins. you sleep until you wake up. you breathe. you beat. its all so simple. you make it harder just ( Read more... )

i am not your:kitten, baby, poodle, girlfriend, lady, woman, girly, love, sweetness, bugaboo, sweetheart, darling, lamb, or lover.

i wish i could take all the baggage, all the hateful thoughts i've built up about myself over the past couple of years, and put them in a box. i would wrap tapetapetape around it and bury it deepdeepdeep in the ground and never think about any of it again.
when boys asked me questions, i wouldn't let my throat close up.
i would singsingsing.

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heart. smashed.

i can't believe i forced myself to forget about kisses that made your toes curl
oh heavens
oh goodness
blush blush purr purr and all that jazz
after two years of idle hands
this boy has given me a journal
and things to write about.

does anyone have emilie simon's cover of "i wanna be your dog"? because...well, i want to do a burlesque routine to it...

last night a man built me a giant fort out of blankets.

i am a smitten kitten and i only feel slightly guilty.

the mister and i broke up.
i wish it had ended differently, but i can't take any of it back now.
he is an amazing and good man. he just isn't the right man for me.
i hope eventually he realizes that too. i hope he still sees the good in me.
i hope he knows how much i still care.

why are you rocking the boat when i've forgotten how to swim?