I'm 18-years-old. A legal adult. I attend political meetings about America's healthcare system with women in their sixties, and then go home and post pictures on facebook of my head photoshopped onto a baby's body. I study Maya Angelou's poetry, but also read South Park fanfiction. In the morning I am taking a training course to work in a school, ( Read more... )

She is the part of me that doesn't care how people perceive her. She sticks gum wherever she pleases and thinks belching and farting and boogers are humor of the highest regards. She goes three days without showering before her hair begins to literally feel pain and she hops in again ( Read more... )

Blabbering blubbering bumblebee: me--bothersome tiresome irksome; ugly. The jester is well-liked 'til there's no crowd, it seems. The jester can't muster the gusto to breathe.

Today I sat outside on the grass with my Creative Nonfiction class discussing the writing style of Jon Krakauer when I realized how tame my life is. Something was all too picturesque about this afternoon. Something made life feel too easy, and it disgusted me. I felt so privileged as I sat there, on the grass-on the grass in front of a University ( Read more... )

First Queen fic.
I wrote this up today. It's not fantastic, I know. Maybe give it a read if by some chance there is an unfortunate soul in the world who has found this blog.

Fascist! Your suit is slick and your hair is silver, and you tell me you'd like to rule the world. You tell me with a smirk that makes my head throb, makes my stomach turn, and I vomit, I cry, I drool, I shatter. I've fallen to my knees, and I whisper "I hate you." And you won't be so kind as to tell me you hate me back. Instead you just smile, and ( Read more... )

My dearest friend lies on my bed, whispering to me intricacies of her thoughts. Languages, languages, particularly ours; how beautiful the sound of confusion can be. The men from the swamp raise up and pound their chests as I clap with girlish delight. I point and I smile, and my dearest friend nods. We agree that the swamp is wear we belong. ( Read more... )

Doorbells ring like Chinese gongs, and I close my eyes and put my hands on my ears. I push so hard my skulls caves in and bone cuts into my brain. I yell for an ambulance, but only gobbly gook comes from my mouth. I’m an infant who can’t yet form words, so the Earth turns unnoticing of the blood and guts. All eyes are blind, all eyes, but mine. And ( Read more... )

I've not written an entry on this site in about four years. To be honest, I've moved on with much of the rest of the internet to Tumblr. But, for lack of a better description, Tumblr has become hostile, and I am becoming less interested. I know too many people there. I want to unleash, run free, explode. Here I feel as though there are fewer ( Read more... )

I am dreading my birthday so much. I don't even know why. I am not going to have a party because honestly, I am horrible at planning things like those and I doubt more than, what five people will come because I have been extremely anti-social with people who I took so long to become social with. I hate how things work out. I hate how I am not ( Read more... )