this blank square is symbolic of a universal blandness. today my life felt like plain oatmeal... healthy, practical, and fucking boring.
im tired of being disappointed.
the only person who has interested me in a long time turns out to be taboo for reasons involving my best friend that i i had not fully understood before.
i cannot and will not be responsible for hurting her.
so, no more burning cheeks, nervous laughs, lipstick.
fucking oatmeal.
im tired of being disappointed.
the only person who has interested me in a long time turns out to be taboo for reasons involving my best friend that i i had not fully understood before.
i cannot and will not be responsible for hurting her.
so, no more burning cheeks, nervous laughs, lipstick.
fucking oatmeal.
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odeeeil:
that poem is absolutely fantastic 
dashwood_one:
My brother's favourite rhyme when he was a kid was simple: 'The Cow is of the bovine ilk/One end moo/the other end milk.' And why not? I have no favourite, but I did write one for my Niece when she was little, and asked me what the sky was. 'Under the blue bowl of sky I stand/The blue is scratched, as if by a giant's hand/Rule straight lines that scour the glaze/Etched by the jets that traverse it's ways.'