April 2012
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March 2012
17 posts
I can't believe I'm really saying this but,
I genuinely miss photography. Hopefully, I will be back soon……. Dum dum dum.
Today is a day for old thoughts but I think I'm...
The arrival of midday that i’ve slept through again and sleep is slowly threading my eyes shut. it’s only overcast out again. all of the good days ruined by rain. all the good songs ruined by bad memories. i dropped your words in my lap and let their bare feet step on my skirt. i picked apart their rib cages and put the guts in my pocket. i tried to tie our old tin cans and yarn together to reach...
Another repost from last year.
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January was always a weird time for me.
Though it’s nearly through April, I’m thinking of that night in January when I loved you the night before and then I woke up from it like it was a dream. I was nearly disgusted with myself and confused. I’m like this with almost everyone in a sense, even platonic relationships. Being close to people physically is one thing, but being close with...
This is from a year ago and I still feel that it's...
“I feel like there is something missing from your life. And I want it to be there. I don’t know you like I should in order to feel this way but I think I feel this way because you remind me a lot of myself and I know how it feels to be myself. And I know there are a lot of things lost in space that I need. And I know I say “and” a lot but this isn’t supposed to be eloquent, it’s just...
Posted this last Valentine's Day but it's so...
“Having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yogurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the...
violent femme: tuesday →
likelava:
Can we talk for a second? Let’s talk for a second. Almost two months ago I dropped you off at your hotel. Before we parted I sat in the lobby with you writing little notes on scrap pieces of paper. I remember being so scared but never telling you because I wanted to be tough in the ways you…
Ok Ashli, you rule the world. This is so beautiful.
February 2012
31 posts
abwhoretion:
I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework.
I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.
holy shit
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omg
tits and bones and wu tang and tattoos and tea and cats and and and omg this place is so cool
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via modernmethadone)
tumblr is stupid and is crushing creativity……………… ok so back to reblogging cats or whatever.
Happy Birthday.
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud, cucumbers cut to fit their eyes. So no one would know how tired they’ve grown of talking and telling their lies. While your TV’s change stations, scroll messages, victims and Christians both drinking blood. And they’ll pray for the destruction of all hatred more often, just those with hate for us. Cause it hurts when you discover...
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Ode to February 15th
So I laid there, fading in and out of you. Everything was blurry in the dark, plus my eyes had been heavy since before I even crawled into the sheets. I couldn’t make out your face as we were laying there, shooting the shit, talking about unimportant things that were somehow effecting me. And it was when I gingerly said, “that’s why it’s so great to have you.” Like...
January 2012
12 posts
Maladjusted and under the moon
Today was really heavy, forget it. I hardly even remember yesterday. I can’t write sincerely anymore, to hell with it. To hell with gravity and weight and the things that make Wednesdays feel so stagnant. It’s been a few months under the moonlight. We’re both pale and glowing all of the time. I’ve tried my damnedest to fight the sun, I just can’t let you see me, not yet if ever. It’s just safer...