I miss Crashpad. It was the best thirty bucks a month I'd ever spent.
I found out I could probably get hired at a winery for a year or two once I get out of school. I like those odds. I also like the fact that the only homework that I have for the next three weeks is to drink wine.
Forever chasing,
Like you chase notes on a page.
Every breath counts.
I've been trying to turn my constant over thinking into something a little more productive and elegant, king of like dressing up my feelings into pretty dresses. Maybe they'll start to blossom into something more desireable. I wish this whole mercury in retrograde mess would pass. My thought transmissions are jumbled There's so...
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Like you chase notes on a page.
Every breath counts.
I've been trying to turn my constant over thinking into something a little more productive and elegant, king of like dressing up my feelings into pretty dresses. Maybe they'll start to blossom into something more desireable. I wish this whole mercury in retrograde mess would pass. My thought transmissions are jumbled There's so...
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odeeeil:
Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nggreie
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air ---
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ---
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Sylvia Plath
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nggreie
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air ---
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ---
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Sylvia Plath
shanni:
lmfaaaaao so fucking cool
-Shani
-Shani
odeeeil:
AH Thats so cute! Your FOO MANCHU is strong!
what you wrote was perfect! Our symbolisms mesh and create one whole sentient being. Puzzle pieces seem to be the most illustrative component to the web of congruency.
what you wrote was perfect! Our symbolisms mesh and create one whole sentient being. Puzzle pieces seem to be the most illustrative component to the web of congruency.
browneyedboy:
i like the tower. it's shiny.
