i feel joy uprising
may dawns on me like first light.
may dawns on me like a promise


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i feel joy uprising
may dawns on me like first light.
may dawns on me like a promise

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does he just want sexual favors?
oh. i’m an idiot.
baby— it’s better
and she’s back.
will it be better if i confront it
but you didn't do anything wrong. and you know it. there is nothing wrong with you. it is not your fault. it is only your fault for thinking that you did something wrong

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oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
girlblogging until i find meaning again
Maybe we are the ones sitting incorrectly.
what did we learn last night?
antidepressants might just work
i am in control despite the binge

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to-night i am religious
i put my two palms together,
rosary in hand
candles alight
the urge to reinvent oneself when on a flight, between worlds
Demanded nothing, Poem: Ms. Jolly, Monday through Friday
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

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my boy in new york
i feel you between my fingers; i feel you when i imagine what it could have been like.
a moon shaped pool fills itself in the hollow where once lied my heart
and i swore to you that i never had one for you, yet
yet you're the only thing that ties me back to me today
in this lie i whisper to myself in the night, in the mornings,
i think of you and i imagine dark brown hair, the colour purple, i imagine pallor and black and what then i believed was inauthentic but now i yearn for because what i feel today is so far strayed from who i am
when will i come back to me
when can you come back to me
when can i die?
when can i stop contradicting myself and lying to myself and pretending to live life in the mold they want me to,
i am so tired of trying to dip my toe into the right pools, of trying to steer every thought of mine to cookie-cutter conversations
the day has worn me so much so that i barely have the energy to form a thought
this is what they do— they throw these things at you, constant stuff, constant noise, constant newness
newness can be so beautiful; oh, my authenticity was so, so beautiful when it didn't matter what they wanted
but now they want me to fit into the mold. now they want me to relinquish thought. to relinquish masculinity. to relinquish deep conversation, to relinquish political talk, to relinquish meaning, god, no, no, get me out, it claws, it scratches the walls of my stomach, i am screaming to get out
i am not depressed, get that word out of your mouth, i am awake and there is nothing as painful
i am being coerced into a life i don't want
i am being pushed to the edge, with every person i know telling me, begging me, whispering to me to jump in, to let go of who i am
this blade i constantly have in my hands might just go in my chest to make it stop
it is only in death that they will be quiet. that they will let me talk; that i will be able to write one million letters of every thought i've ever had, and you will watch, you will all regret, most importantly you will think, all i've ever wanted is for people to think
for meaning
in a hospital bed; i am in a hospital bed, oxygen tube tied to the nostrils, a twitch of the finger signalling that i am still alive
in a building, in a city of buildings full of people unconscious in hospital beds, all kept alive by the same machine
we are all asleep in hospital beds
my finger twitches, my eyebrows furrow, i want to shake out of the bed, pull out every tube from my body, from under my skin
my body will forever be yours
waiting for when i will give myself to you
knowing it in my gut.