Too Many Days And Nights  Passed Through The Body  And Slowly Took  The Body Away.  Where Is That

And they multiply too damn fast

Anime IRL

I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to quilt. I want to program. I want write. I want to decorate. I want to converse. I want to love. I want to make art. I want everything that humanity can give me. I want to swallow the world whole. I want to love.

Already have a damn good evil laugh

“The hardest part of letting go is understanding that the other person is okay without you.”

— B.M.

i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog

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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

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You can say that again.... That shit's exhausting

Book: Night Drives 💖

This is why I love poetry...

I tried to let go of the echo,

but it bounced back as I put on my coat.

So these four walls were like a cloak and outside would call

to inside my dome.

I don’t answer my phone,

Often.

I don’t have hope,

Often.

I don’t atone,

Often.

Like Billie joe,

I walk this lonely road with my shadow behind me…

My only friend,

just to remind me.

Until there was him.

I keep my distance,

I don’t follow blindly.

If he takes off my blindfold,

I shut my eyes instantly.

For his purity is blinding

and if given a collision…

could mean calamity

for our existence.

One touch from me, you end up broken.

On the hopeless path of exhaustion

I can already see the cracks on your ceiling

Your floors and-

I don’t want to give it meaning.

I say the words but I hold back all the feeling.

I look at you briefly…

I keep moments to fleeting.

I love discreetly…

You might feel it’s lost all meaning.

I love you dearly…

I’m just not good at saying.