crying on my father's shoulder, his white t-shirt tattered, as old as i am, looking so dark, the heart broken beneath it ( Read more... )

i'm trying to come clean ( Read more... )

“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of ( Read more... )

Aokigahara Suicide Forest | , Japan | Atlas Obscura

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"He used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved too, if he could fit that in."

F. Scott

maybe i'm jaded and bored ( Read more... )

walked to the beach in flip flops and a grey hoodie, no longer bearing a childhood father-esque icon but now a prison embroidered with ivy vines and a notable name. notable. we walked lazily and regretted not bringing beers, leaning against each other and hiding our cigarette smoke in the echoes of our laughter. the ocean, choppy, not good enough ( Read more... )

i am coming off in layers in bed sheets, body is weak, malnourished, too relaxed and jumpy. i peel the blue from my eyes with crisp twenty dollar bills, it comes off jagged, the lights in this town dim and blur and i am dizzy and passing out in the passenger seat ( Read more... )

finger burns make me scream "I HATE BURRITOS!" loudly, so that the whole campus can hear me, watch me slave, work, and i smell like rice and beans. i am not lost anymore, a large grandiose fountain explodes with chlorinated water, trickles down artificial rain through dense sunshine and stagnant trees. i am not lost, "WAIT, DO NOT CROSS" and i do ( Read more... )

if we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together ( Read more... )