November 2011
1 post
August 2011
8 posts
internal combustion
If I believed in God I would say it was he who instilled in me this fire.
But I don’t and instead I believe in reality and science and the impacts smoke can have on 3-year-lungs. I used to look at my asthma like a weakness, instead of an obstacle. Because of it I have to run harder. Every breath is a struggle.
Every step, every pain, every gulp of air completely sacred, precious.
poison apple
Growing out of once-beloved authors is worse than any break-up I’ve ever experienced. How do I reconcile who I am now with the stories I used to love, when stories are so much of what defines me? If I cannot trust my library to evolve, how can I trust myself to stay true to my own ever-changing doctrine? I’m tired of her talk of shoes and skinny people fucking and angsty pale-skinned...
July 2011
22 posts
“Censorship reflects society’s lack of confidence in itself. It is a hallmark of...”
– Potter Stewart (via prettybooks)
Spider part III
I fell asleep, a young girl with my hair in two long, blonde braids on the sides of my head. What’s outside my head doesn’t matter though, for the internal visions and dreams are what excited and haunted me and held me captive in slumber. Protected by the night, my guides in the dark were twisted creatures with many legs, indicating the many different paths ahead…
I awoke, a...
A kiss. A gif. A spoiler.
Can’t stop watching…
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Spider part II
Her and I used to sit in circles with candles lit around us, tarot cards at our feet - feet that were often dirty and calloused but I appreciated the wear and tear of my soles and toes as part of the process, emerging from the cocoon of childhood into the sanctity of womanhood. We used to draw cards and mine were always images of priestesses and witches holding cups, cups that could break. Once we...
When we say attack
We know what a boot looks like
when seen from underneath,
we know the philosophy of boots...
Soon we will invade like weeds,
everywhere but slowly;
the captive plants will rebel
with us, fences will topple,
brick walls ripple and fall,
...
What the Thunder Said
Outside, that night,
I heard the thunder and
the storm.
I closed my eyes as the trees
thrashed against the glass of
my window, and I held my
hands over my ears to block
out the shrieking wind.
I did not hear the
creaking of the floorboards
or the
low sound of the door hinges
I did not hear the
scratching of the pen on that
small piece of paper
I did not hear your
naked footsteps down the...
Home
(I want that pink table. Not my house. I wish.)
I’m kind of obsessed with home design; it’s like a secret hobby. I could spend hours looking at design websites. My favorite is Apartment Therapy. I also go on the Restoration Hardware website and drool over the amazing furniture.
I’m pretty proud of my apartment. I live in a super awesome loft with my boyfriend and we are...
The Gym Diaries
Today at the gym I listened to Brand New on the elliptical, ironically watched a BBQ marathon on the Food Channel, and contemplated doing evil things to a person. I wish I could say I’m joking, that I don’t really “hate” anyone, all of that cliche bullshit that people say just like the same people who pretend to not regret anything they’ve ever done - but that...
Spider
under glass, you, a girl, spun a crazy, desperate web and tangled within your suctioning, illuminated embrace, I, a girl am trapped, a monster.
Wipeout HD
Okay, so I’m trying to use this thing more. I need a better venue to talk about things I’m into besides Facebook because I’m pretty sure no one really cares about anything I talk about on there. Plus, it’s good for me to write non-academic, non-political, etc. etc. stuff every once in a while. ;)
My latest gaming obsession is Wipeout HD. I recently acquired it and am...
June 2011
3 posts
Cadet, chapter 1
Chapter 1: Making love is like firing a gun
Where can I find you in the many hidden places on my body? Somewhere in the crevices, the shallow crest of my clavicle and jaw – a remnant of a kiss. The musky scent, my favorite scent filled with rosemary and black tea, touches my collar. Every time my hair brushes against my nose I am pulled violently back to the moment on the roof, your naked back...
May 2011
4 posts
The Fuse
There was a time where I sought those who were brooding and nihilistic. I loved the darkness, and within it I thrived. Like blood-sucking monsters I surrounded myself with others who wanted to pull life from one another, to have their life sucked from them, an excuse to be cut open and bled out. It’s easy and beautiful to be so apathetic that one does not struggle in the face of pain - and...
Pulling the Table Cloth | Part I
I used to believe in God.
When I was a child, I had this inexplicable feeling that lingered around my lungs, somewhere under my heart, and yet not my heart, because it was less about emotion and more about something embedded in my being. It has existed in me always, thriving like a tumor but less cancerous, unless that cancer is insatiability and a hunger that will eventually consume me. I...
Wake Up
I don’t like pictures of girls lying in the road, their legs in grotesque angles, their bodies broken and adorned with beautiful dresses to mask the inactivity. I don’t like dead girls lying at the feet of men or of mountains, eyes open and vacant - or worse, closed, invisible. What good is a dead girl, silenced forever? What good is the loveliness of her stiff, translucent skin if there is...