January 2010
20 posts
onlinejournals:
I have so much in my chest, I want to break myself open and let it all out. But I don’t think that’s how expressing yourself works, with blood on your fingers and your throat constricting. I’ve got bruised knuckles and busted walls and I just want to figure out how to turn that into words.
onlinejournals:
I’m supposed to be going home for the summer. Living in that house. Seeing my family. All I can ever think is, “Why the fuck am I going home?”
That house isn’t my house. That town isn’t my town. It’s weird when you feel more at home in your car than in the place where you grew up.
Lungs
onlinejournals:
And then it was over, the door shut, the leaves collected, the fire snuffed. He lay on top of her, his head buried into the pillow she rested on. His breath pooled against her neck, collecting and pouring out across the down comforters and discarded clothing. She shook slightly and he felt solid, like dead weight or maybe just collected mass.
“Am I crushing you?” he asked. He...
onlinejournals:
Hydrocodone and hip hop, pop cultural persuasions. I wish that I could stare at the perfect symmetry of your eyes, face, and neck all day. We wouldn’t even have to talk. We could just turn up the Dead Prez and I’d stare at the way your perfect skin wraps up all your perfect bones.
noiinthreesome:
onlinejournals:
There’s something beautiful about watching someone you care about fall asleep. Like you’ve been trusted with something. Maybe even just the breath coming out of their nose.
dear 2010, this is what I’d like from you.
1. be happy. for so long I haven’t been happy and I am not sure there has been a time in my life that I have been consistently happy. I need to stop letting the bad in and taking it for what it is. I need to push the crap out of my life and enjoy things for what they are and not for what they could have been. don’t get me wrong, I...