24 started off a little rough but—I’m feeling really good about lots of things, writing more, exploring lots, kissing lots…..life is nice. 24 ain’t so bad
deliciously saving hate for
you until my teeth are flossed and
I am in bed. I am greedy,
a little greasy piglet.
no more coffee says my doctor.
um, ok. ill just have more sex. trading one addiction
my doctor must be a dyke—I love her. name like
star or something, this shield of yellow hair. brightstar?
maybe. it sucks I know, she bites her fingernail. like unprofessional but
cute. we’re pals.
turns out without coffee I am too tired
to do anything. bodies pressed
together, all awkward at first, is this
ok? how to earn one’s keep
in another’s wide bed. trading one
addiction for another.
-5 14 13
things my doctor told me to avoid because of my -ugh- ~ulcer:
things i consumed this morning because i’m an idiot:
i might start sobbing any second now. wait for it…wait for it….
addendum: i haven’t run in 8 days and am limping around dramatically because of mad tendonitis in one of my beloved feet. not running, for me, is like consistently missing therapy appointments with my favorite therapist of all time: MYSELF. :”””””’(
dats me! taken by my lovely gal BEKAH
I think I’ve learned to like cutting people out of my life, sometimes. over those who bring nuthin but anger and a general feeling of overall FUCK YOU to my lyfe. feels rad not to be in contact, honestly.
This is what people see as they commute to work in Philly.Hollaback Philly is absolutely doing it right.
stop it. stop it. NO DON’T STOP. DON’T EVER STOP. *falls over and dies*
a ball of light
meets a park,
one that holds
the day &
love to the world
even in the
you know me,
I know you.
but leaves her
jars & cars
by Eileen Myles