sighing cyanide death
if i could stop romanticizing cigarettes
guilt about health
the wolf moon made me evil
I've been fighting a bit lately
been territorial and bitchy
get outta my space
help me motivate those around me to help myself without being offensive
putting love on hold all over again
i am fickle and in cycles of off and on again but off right now
Accidently left one of my Sharon Olds poetry books in a lab and someone ganked it before I came back.
Having crushes on professors. I can't help but stare at my History of Western Architecture professor. She is so full of knowledge and so cute. I get flustered
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What a big brain you have, all for the eating. I drink, and then reflect on your life, eating it up for myself. be fickle, be a bitch, I must demand my fate, my bitch face, my mistress...all for the eating.
I get so overloaded with family where I am, everyone is dying or getting married, its so fucking open. I will revive my writing soon, it's a drug that I am quitting, my style needs guiltless structure, no walls. Atleast I will know myself x3 and know how to comfort a lonesome soul, a woman in the face of creation. You are birthing being alone in love, I admire that you are going to school and getting your life in order, structure'd chaos, the only way to become. My Dad would be proud...I say that caues I feel like I missed the mark.
I want something I can't put my hands on, the only way to know is to see it, but i am not myself as of late. I will write you soon. peace. luddie.
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