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The weather has failed to spare brumal intensity
my acquaintances at ease, the pretty of their greens waning with the distant, passing wind
However, short-lived, the atmosphere was breached as my trun...
I have weaknesses.
We all do of course.
One of my weaknesses is...people.
I have a hard time not judging people.
I have a hard time being patient with them.
I have a hard time understanding the differ...
I wanna mosey down the road a piece,
once the snows have gone,
I wish to see -
what I have not seen before.
I wanna go down the road a piece,
one hand in the hand of my love,
one hand in the hand of t...
It's hard for me to fall asleep at night. And this makes me want to ferociously rip my hair out.
I am mildly dishonest when someone asks me how I'm doing. somethings are better kept as secrets.
Imagine being conceived for 9 months
provided with most of the demands in Maslow's hierarchy of needs
caressed unconditionally despite the conflicts
trained with all the necessary life skills
Dreams are one of my most favorite things.
I think that's why I like sleeping in.
Or maybe it's just because I'm lazy.
But I like to think it's because I don't want to miss that moment between sleep a...
It was a hot day of course.
When was it not?
And it was a home meet.
Us girls were setting up our blocks and test running over the hurdles a few times when suddenly the Official called out loudly-
Hear my cries or lend me your futile minds
It’s time to go to Angel town
It’s time to get high or lose everything
While feeling down
Fighting is for fools
Instead make manic love to your soul
I met a boy
with a hand of cards
somehow, I slipped
in the mix of his deck
the days I came out on top
until I found out he turned us all out like tricks
when we couldn’t provide the right a...