visits from old buddies. an alarm clock that changes colour. eating doritos in bed. bleaching my hair to shit. drinking too much cider. speaking to the boy. taking pictures of dead bees. not getting dressed for a whole day. finding the pink lipstick i lost. wearing the same. giving away old clothes i hardly wore. talking about love. trying to mend her heart. being the voice of a cartoon. seeing a really good band. meeting a beloved friend's dad without realising that's who he was. moving into my new house. the possibility of my Booyah comin to live with me. winning a 50 quid premium bond. "doing" lunch with Guam. singing in the shower. really fucking loud. screaming out random words with Baba. seeing Bear again. his feet not smelling any more. understanding more about my mistakes. not being a gossip. clean clothes at last. letters with confetti and colouring in. decoupage. feeling like things are going to be ok. Mads coming home soon. eating really good food. new but old boots. missing my dad and it not making me cry. talking about my dad and it not making me cry. having "normal" people from my ma's generation not talking down to me. my mmmerica trip coming up. looking forward to seeing my cuz. looking forward to seeing my gramjac n grampsie. my mmmerican friends calling to arrange a link in case i don't have time for them (aaaaaw). i can go surfing.
and aaaaall this shit is making me icky sicky happy clappy smiley faced and ecstatic. i had to write it down because i'm just such a whiney git a lot of the time and i just have no right whatsoever to complain. at all. next time i do kindly shove something big and spikey up my arse and call me sooz
you are all sharp edges
focus
concentrated energy in clearly delineated and proportionate solidity
it hurts to watch you,
like wearing too strong glasses
your lines are invasive
intrusive in their exclusivity
and maybe you can't contain me
insidious rigidity you can't be what they see...
one representation for this incessant vacillation?
distinguished form, you betray me
obstinate shape
i hate your inescapable definition
you thwart what i create
but i can't tear myself away
and aaaaall this shit is making me icky sicky happy clappy smiley faced and ecstatic. i had to write it down because i'm just such a whiney git a lot of the time and i just have no right whatsoever to complain. at all. next time i do kindly shove something big and spikey up my arse and call me sooz
you are all sharp edges
focus
concentrated energy in clearly delineated and proportionate solidity
it hurts to watch you,
like wearing too strong glasses
your lines are invasive
intrusive in their exclusivity
and maybe you can't contain me
insidious rigidity you can't be what they see...
one representation for this incessant vacillation?
distinguished form, you betray me
obstinate shape
i hate your inescapable definition
you thwart what i create
but i can't tear myself away
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pumpkineater:
are you here yet?
murovillos:
wow loved all that shit