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  • Guilt

    …because at the end of the day, I connected two comments together and realized how horrifying disrespectful it is to one person and how it’s also sadly true for the other. My aunt lays…

  • Untitled (because what is there left to say?)

    She lays in the hospital bed moaning in pain her mouth forming a perfect “O” where her toothless smile should be her eyes squeezed shut as if every fiber of her being wants to…

  • a small comfort

    It helps to remember it’s a numbers game. Not the way my friend, Bryan, counts numbers, adds them together, until they equal something calming to his brain. Instead, one has to remember that statistically…

  • On Non-bloody Endings

    Silence is the most lethal weapon of all, of course.

  • Notes

    3:27 p.m. Note the time. It’s important. The only way to know for sure that this moment isn’t the last. The only proof we have that here is not there. Now is not then…

  • Child

    just over two hours left before I am no longer a child officially   I have no memory besides this moment   an undisclosed amount of time before I am no longer a child…

  • Doors: Not a Poetic Post

    This is not an ending. It’s both a door to friendship and a promise that some other door will open with someone else. My latest boyfriend wants to be friends. Well. Okay, he’s not…

  • Oh, for Fuck’s Sake

    😦

  • Wasted Good Cheer

    The vast majority of my good cheer Has been wasted on strangers I’m grumpy now Crabby I think that I am the endearing kind of crabby