five lives were reduced to a double homicide/suicide, an orphan and a broken hearted (grand)mother ( Read more... )

1000 cranes you folded for me ( Read more... )

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senza il pane tutto diventa orfano

without bread everyone's an orphan

(the bread, officer reyes told us, belongs to the rainbo bakery--no matter where on the property it is. there are people, he continued, who count on the bread thrown out to feed their pigs. i was starving that year. we both were. i wonder where in this world you are now.)

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no stars
and songs in my head that sit flat,

like a stone in my mouth that i can't spit out.

i'm so tired of being away from familiar walls--driving for what seems like endless hours, making conversation after the words have all been used up, having to say goodnight and make excuses before i can lie down in a lent space and enjoy the quiet darkness ( Read more... )

hurting

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i've been worried about my step-father and mother. it seems that he won't be able to receive the bone marrow transplant after all. and none of this new chemotherapy is working. worst of all, i can't find the strength to step outside of my role as family and speak to them honestly as a nurse. i won't lie, so i just look and blink and swallow the ( Read more... )

something in the air and i'm not sure never sureif it's too much or not enough ( Read more... )

((stolen from someone
who stole it from someone))

alice
overdosed
last week
and the cheshire cat's whoring for LSD.

we're all shadows here

feed me dreams

fuck