Passing around a Bukowski book and liter of whiskey ( Read more... )

I dreamt in French last night ( Read more... )

Margaret Atwood once said that her favorite word is ‘and’. ”So hopeful,” she said ( Read more... )

I have taken to lying on my back on the raw wood floors of the St. Charles ( Read more... )

"Heaven forbid you end up alone and you don't know why. Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright.... I don't know how to get you out of this one, don't know how to let you out of this one".

I really fucking hate when things end. God.

right now i know ( Read more... )

you are kittens in slip-on shoes and car doors being opened for me ( Read more... )

well i guess right now what i need is to tell you.... that it wasn't easy to grow up this way. that no, there was not sexual abuse, rape, molestation.... there wasn't never having a father in the house, Technically. and that there weren't broken arms or loose teeth or bruised kidneys. that i am lucky, so lucky for this. that i know my father's ( Read more... )

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"what a flammable heart i've been given..."