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Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I am in Chicago finally, well Algonquin, about 40 minutes away from the city ( Read more... ) -
i wish there was a way i could tell if what he is saying is sincere
me: hi (at 12:35 am)
him: hey Mari what's up? (at 3:26 am)
me: oh, you're still up
me: i'm just getting home from my friends house. sorry i was a little buzzed when I texted you
him: yea i'm going to go help out my mom and brother at work, what about you why are you up ( Read more... ) -
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him: (texts me about ticket prices ( Read more... ) -
#3
me: (hours later) Lol, i still can't believe you were fucked up drunk Friday... you were passed out in the noize room and i was passed out on the bathroom floor lol... terrible ( Read more... ) -
text conversations #2
him: blank text at 8:23 AM
me: what was that?
him: what was what?
him: oh that, i was going through our old messages and i must have clicked send by accident, sorry :/
me: Oh really?
me: Ha ha. Well I guess it happens...
him: Yeah i guess it does...
me: Mhmmm ( Read more... ) -
don't you dare try and hurt me
I use humor to escape reality.
I make a joke out of almost everything just so that I don't have to deal with the harsh ways of reality.
Once you are exposed you are vulnerable and easier to hurt.
I don't want to get hurt.
At least not right now.
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I don't even think of you anymore
I miss kissing your mouth.
I miss wrapping my arms around you while you sleep.
I need you more than you will ever know.
The nights are getting longer and I long more than ever to see you. It takes so much strength to stop myself from calling you and begging you to see me. I want you but I want my self respect even more.
It is quite evident that I ( Read more... ) -
Inspiration
I always found comfort in the works of Francesca Woodman, Diane Arbus and Frida Kahlo. I connected with Francesca's loneliness, with her anxiety and desperation. I was her and the many women in her photographs. Her ideas were my ideas, her pain, mine.
I had a profound love for Diane's freaks. Like Diane, I strive to find beauty in the marginalized ( Read more... ) -
Not finished... yet.
I have a knife on my back. The pain is too sharp to swallow so the blood just fills my mouth, spilling over every time I gasp for air.
My whole life I avoided danger. No broken bones or broken hearts. I was not sad, but I also never knew raw excitement. I never felt orgasmic joy until I just… stopped giving a fuck. I stopped worrying, wondering if I ( Read more... ) -
thanks for the pancakes
Fuck. I wish I knew where to start. I guess I can start with recent stuff...
memories of yesterday.
Yesterday I woke up around 7 AM for work, except I didn't feel well so i emailed my supervisor letting her know I wouldn't be going in. She said it was fine, so I went back to bed and slept until noon. I got up and showered and went to the mall with my ( Read more... )