People always complain about their pets shedding everywhere but no one is talking about the fact that when you have lots of hair YOUR HEAD IS THE SHEDDING THING.

Like, excuse me but there is a cat living on my head or something bc there is hair everywhere all the time. I am a cat. Ugh. Being a girl is the worst.

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I’ve met someone who has changed my perspective. Someone who lives without fear as a barrier to action. Someone who I think might be true. And I don’t think we’ll be in each others lives in any significant way but it doesn’t matter. There is ambition there to live in a higher, purer way I don’t want vanity any longer and I’m bored of seeking beauty. I want to think and read and stop existing as this small and volatile need for love, which is all I feel I am right now. There has to be a better way to live. How should a person be?

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ugh i was looking at old photos of me (from like two years ago or even last year) and I was prettier back then, before I lost weight and my face turned all hollow and yuck. 

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things fall apart, the center cannot hold
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Anonymous: i can very much relate to your longing. i'm sorry it has to be this way for you!

Thanks bb

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I just really really really love Milton ok.

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I know I always write this, but this has been the longest uninspired period of my writing. I’m not a terribly serious writer or anything but it used to be something I sort of felt compelled to do? I can’t write anymore, mostly because I’m so fucking tired of the same things I always talk about. like I talk about:

  1. the moon
  2. the ocean
  3. deer/animals/but 4 reel mostly deer/also birds like ugh
  4. art (michelangelo, or whatevs)
  5. mythological characters
  6. etymology 
  7. space and shit
  8. gardens ‘n green shit
  9. fires/arson
  10. dreams/sleep
  11. writing 

I’m so tired of myself, and I don’t even want to write these tired poems anymore. They’re always addressed to someone, usually whatever stupid boy I’m pining over, (“oh sweetheart, tell me you know the tides the way you know the folds of my skin” VOM) 

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I miss you. Please reach out.

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I’m just so fucking confused by you, gotta say. This sounds petty but why haven’t you accepted my friend request on Facebook? This is the second time this shit has happened and it confuses the hell out of me. I know I matter to you. I know you value me, etc. so what the fuck?

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I can’t explain this ache but it is coming now and it makes it hard to be near you. It is the same things you say that cause this same ache, and I hate that this repetition continues. I hate that despite the antibodies of your past words, I am still infected with them every time, with equal severity. It wounds me, these things you say and I cannot tell you. But you’re lying to yourself as much as me. I wish that made me feel better. 

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I haven’t been able to write a single thing for months. No poems or anything else. This is my longest period of silence and I’m not sure what’s going on with me. I even have these two or three amorphous ideas in my head about potential poems but I can’t do anything with them; I’ve tried but I just can’t. I’m confused by this…????

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