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beauty school droppout, no graduation day for you..
Au Revoir Young KateGirl!
time to Spring Free from this place.
Seek Soundly! Fly Fast! Fake Favorites until You Yourself Know.
Antigone strove for Truth.
you, young KateGirl seek something slightly less Damning.
for, after all- what tastes bitterer then Truth? (pomegranite?)
I want
Approval
from every motherwoman
and
validation
from every
boyman (wrong)
that ( Read more... ) -
Turkey Day
but what are You doing? (I wonderwonderwonder)
as I shuffle my feet and nibble my nails
Holly Hobby smile!
chatter chatter chatter (shatter?)
meaningless and i cant take anymore!
and ESCAPE
drive a little
only a little
only until the wobbles wane away
and my cheeks stop aching
forged friendlyness
sleeksleeksleek
silky
roads
look!
i lack social
grace
and i may ( Read more... ) -
one thought more!
you know
at the end of the day
it's really
the
cat
that suffers -
unfortunately
you
are
in
between sleeping and being
and when I
lay
here
in the bed that
(will always seem)
ours
and
hope
hope
hope
for sleep
...
you
come instead
and
I
am
haunted by the
good
and
when
I
-do-
sleep
(at last)
you're there too -
Just so you know
on my top closet shelf
to the left
(next to the candyland game where all the pieces are missing, that you said I should throw away but I just couldn't stand to see the molasses swamp in the trash a long with my childhood that i'm not done with yet because maybe my innerchild still candyland?)
there is a Box
in which i keep little tidbits and scraps and ( Read more... ) -
humbaba! and snarls and the loss of knowledge
And you say, Love
as you hold yourself so High and Humbaba above me.
and i don't trust you.
but I don't cry. No tears.
and it's okay.
me? no.
but we still
were.
and
I
miss
US
you into me into you
our tangle.
you combed your way out
but
my snarls are u-caught-s
what was us
and
i miss your nose
you know?
and the
VOOM
of your eyes
when you had too much to tell me.
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words and confessions and regrets and caleb
.
(busiest of the boys) There's something kind of... comforting? in writing an email i know you'll never respond to. It's this veilled sort of safety. Which is why the internet is so damn dangerous, because you can be like "this is just a little box on my screen. This isn't actually going to show up on another persons screen"- and say all sorts of ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
once again, i wait -
.pumpkins and my paltry existence
Saturday. The big festival of pumpkins, and I decided instead to celebrate by drinking drinking drinking with a bunch of people who hillary does not approve of.
I don't know how to feel but
I don't mind the buzz -
hindsight
me the foolish audience
clapping and delighting in every sequence
of strategized dialogue
as you complimented the sunflowers
in
my blue gray eyes