December 2011
Why did you unfollow me!!??
Since this question has been asked anonymously, I can’t give you a proper, specific answer. However, it’s likely that I’ve unfollowed you if you’ve been posting (a lot of) thinspiration/’pro-ana’ stuff lately. Post what you’d like. For me, personally, it’s not beneficial for my self-esteem or state of mind to look at posts like that frequently/ever.
Hiiiii
HAY
My routine for the last couple of days has involved staying up until 3 AM watching Dance Moms with my sister, sleeping until noon, vowing never to do it again, and then repeating the process the next night. I HAVE NO REGRETS.
Get Off My Lawn
Son, if you are lucky enough
to watch your skin hide under
the bed, shake your fist
like an unpinned grenade
towards your grandchildren.
Tell them how you put my ashes
in a pinata for their mother’s
Quinceanera.
Tell them how many miles
times one hundred you walked
to wear grandma’s kisses
like a mask.
Tell them how you made me
a dinosaur on Father’s Day
out of pancake batter.
When they’re 18, give them
the treasure map leading
to your mother’s grave;
they will finally understand
the pricelessness of loss.
“I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.” —J. Bradley (via grammatolatry)
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.” —J. Bradley (via grammatolatry)
“(Elegy for his Hands)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I would say, please
don’t leave, touch me there, but
you never
I was late, you were drunk, it was warm
to my hand, I would want, just
to please, you were there, but
I never
I was warm, you were late, it was drunk
to my touch, I was just
late to want, but I would
leave you never” —Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4 (via grammatolatry)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I would say, please
don’t leave, touch me there, but
you never
I was late, you were drunk, it was warm
to my hand, I would want, just
to please, you were there, but
I never
I was warm, you were late, it was drunk
to my touch, I was just
late to want, but I would
leave you never” —Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4 (via grammatolatry)
“I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.” —T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.” —T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
the Duke of Byzantium: Sketch № 8 →
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Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her arms extended from the wrinkled cotton. Like the marble railings of a museum staircase. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, and he wished with some passion that it had been his. He imagined taking her into the coat room. He had never…
