little pixies are paying homage on my heart. their tiny dancing feet are pitter pattering through my tummy down to my toes and they won't fucking stop to take a break.

must remind self that breathing is a necessity.
and i'm getting all heady.
what a narcotic, this irrational thing it is.

i'm gushing like a monkey.

gush! gush! gushh!!


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the distinctive patterns make plans on your cheeks. and i draw maps.
one where your heart tinges on the sad unbecoming.
the plastic is so hard, but we'd be good at dealing it dear.
there's no pretense or pretend. no comical law.
i grew in your hands. overflowing and cosmic.
no pretense, no pretend.
no fractures or lies.

it's surprising how it comes so easy
this delirium

i miss you, babe.
please, don't disappoint.

and i would whisper constellations
tell you how god created something so beautiful
poured the prettiest black stars and milky way
into you.

your fingertips.. orion. i would be your nebula.
and i will cover you.

"it disturbed me. i was letting guilt go to my head. i was thinking about all the trust that was there. that was the most important thing of it all. even though that trust was broken to the point where all that was left was... i don't even know why i kept things hanging on. that's another reason why i had to stop it all ( Read more... )

THE FLAPPER ( Read more... )

i hate this feeling. it's a botched feeling if anything ( Read more... )

sometimes i think i waited for you for too long ( Read more... )

"This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or ( Read more... )

DAY 6. ohnoes.
DAY 7 failed me.

diam-diam kesetanan.

on days where you're still drunk from the night before, maybe it's best to keep your mouth shut till the week after.