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mjolkk: oh my god i’m at the grocery store and there is a guy in the frozen section who is tweaked off his balls on some kind hallucinatory drug. i’m in the next isle meowing softly through the cereal boxes where he can’t see me and he is losing his shit pulling pizza boxes out of the freezers and yelling that he needs to save the popsicle cat am i a bad person
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the boy who loved to read
the staunch rays of energy, fell from a colony of parting clouds onto the light brown, distressed, paper he read and tended his focus to every word like a father afraid for a daughters dying on some long way where the wind would pick her car off the road and carry it to the ocean. the sea would smile with a stomach churning embrace, swallowing her into the dusty death of stone motion you can only...
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“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anaïs Nin (via immortels)
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strawberry dream
am i but a boy in the body of a man? someday, i must grow, i know these planted seeds will become stale if i don’t bring harsh water and violence to the top soil of my soul. but i don’t want rough skin of leather, or tales where i beat my brothers, and i just wish to have my troubled fun, innocent and young without worry of if something evil will come from such. when i have my own...
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the wild daisy summer is in our bed-set eyes, where from water we’ll look at the sun in ripples and waves. warm breath from june sweeps the porch every morning and a campsite calls for our ears. to be alone, in nature, in our true form; naked and free for awhile. that moonlight, that shimmer or glint where we peak.
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fawnsparrows asked: Just thought I'd say that I really miss seeing your writing on my dash. I look forward to reading some more of your amazing work again! :]
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