November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
3 posts
you know you’re not in high finance, considering second hand underpants
you think to yourself, how’d it get so bad? what happened to those other underpants you had
July 2011
3 posts
my dad gave me tobacco when i got to athens
it had been in his freezer for nine months to “keep it fresh”
what an absolute champ
June 2011
3 posts
i hang up and immediately call the other.
the ties remind me of bacon fat and i am sick
he did not answer and i become aware that i look like a fucking bulldog when i’m high
May 2011
9 posts
alright frenchie, if that's how you want to play...
so pretty but a CUNT
give me my drugs back
April 2011
7 posts
royal wedding
i let the water fall out of my hair.
i do not intervene, to do so would be a waste of energy, and the bathroom floor quickly becomes wet.
it is dredding now, dying in wispy little wraps, but my current job allows it so i indulge the fantasy of me
not resembling a neurotic mess
March 2011
6 posts
writing naked
since i have lived alone consistency has become a marriage, a comfort, because having to make decisions makes me want to kick and scream
and i hate change the way i hate love
i remember when david broke my favourite chair. it had been decided it was ugly but i loved it. i used to sit under the lamp and read, quiet, a little girl. i walked out into the garden and sort of felt a bit sick when he...
i'm nineteen today
and i just spilt baby oil fucking everywhere
my life is just
reading bukowski and taking sleeping pills and rolling joints and sitting in the dark and reading bukowski and taking sleeping pills and rolling joints and sitting in the dark and
i also dye my hair a lot
her body is a temple
i don’t give a fuck i’m atheist
February 2011
22 posts
“If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like...”
– William S. Burroughs (via aurynnx)
tyler the creator is so good i don’t even want to meet him because i know he’d think i was a bellend
i just want to write him a letter or email or some shit just saying you’re really excellent carry on please
why date her when you can rape her
where the weed at
i need to start selling this is getting ridiculous
the sound of the water dripping in the radiator...
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with...”
– Sylvia Plath (via hypersexed)
in the least art faggy way possible, this piece is nice
still… up with ted hughes