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every time i awkwardly try to come up with a comment for my friends’ instagram posts i think about the time my first girlfriend’s mom called me a “lesbian predator”. stop guys is this how you see me? does “girl you look SO good” seem weird? not if its coming from your sorority sisters, but when its one of the notoriously queer girls from your southern high school i’m afraid it reads a little differently.
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everyone in town is so tore up about the house they tore down. their snapshots of the nights to remember drown out the quiet moment i had there once, so late even the party was over. i watched the memory fade with the sharpie ink, weathered and worn through the snow and heat. with each ride around the loop, with each storm and season, its become nothing more than a blank sheet stuck to a stop sign. next to a pile of rubble and dust.
it’s like picking the same old scab to see the shiny red skin underneath. raw and tender, but untainted and most importantly, untouched by you.
you’ve got me feeling like a framed picture of laura palmer, i deserve a day off of this whole haunting the narrative gig.
never liked kissing your mouth with cigarettes on your breath
hand over my heart, gun to my head.
i swear to god i’m through with this (i’m the worst liar i know).
it’s not gossip if it’s the truth.
i’m sick of always writing posts for you to slit your wrists to.
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a lot of my friends are stars but some are just black holes.
maybe i was desperate for a certain connection, i coulda sworn you felt it like i felt it (do you feel it baby?)
in life you’re either an artist or a muse. i’ve always wanted to be a muse, and but now that i’ve become one i’ve learned it is synonymous with unhealthy obsession. why else does a muse always end up fleeing?
everyone always talks about the mona lisa’s expression. but at the end of the day she was a woman before she was a muse, and i think her expression is one of regret. might she regret sitting for the artist attempting to capture her soul for his canvas?
what’s the difference between a canvas and a page anyway? because the artists i’ve sat for work with pens and spiral bound notebooks, and between the twisted prose of roles reversed murder and the e-poetry about my hair reflecting on the snow i think I’d rather be my own artist and my own muse. atleast then i can better control what i am subject of and subject to, but more importantly where pieces of my soul are captured.
an amazon wall hanging of the moon. a beetlejuice mug on a plain black warmer. the sticker on your passenger seat mirror. your instagram profile picture. a wooden joint holder with two compartments. headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet. the mark on your neck in your picture on the ID you have to flash every liquor store run (for your girlfriend who will still be underage until you’re out of college).
the counterpart key to the lock in my flesh.
some of them are easier to hide from than others. a sticker can be peeled off, a mug can get pushed to the very back of the very top cabinet. you can lie about where they all came from, but i won’t. and neither will your skin. the ink in your arm keeps the promises you wouldn’t, the red on your hands won’t ever wash out. (but the red on mine from dyeing your hair in that picture eventually did)
oh being the bigger person is so fucking boring. atleast i have more time to practice piano.
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have a holly jolly christmas bitch
i’ve been contemplating resolutions /deleted playlists but she made a new one
Listen to Sorry As I'll Ever Be (1997 DEMO) by Waterparks #np on #SoundCloud
you took your shots but missed your swings and now you’re missing me. sorry it feels so bad :( i’ll walk myself home now!
baby i promise i don’t taste you when im kissing him. you can keep the stale cigarettes and stomach acid to yourself.
one day i’ll wake up and it’ll be ten years from now, and this will all just be a story i tell when i get a little too wine drunk
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he can’t be what you need if he’s seventeen!
i let your dirty sadness fill me up like a balloon until i was drowning in your misery. the kids aren’t alright and neither are you.