i am clouded judgement
sickness resting in stained palms swaying
in arid breeze
crucified to the burning left behind
lapping cesspool denial
from month old wounds
the taste of poison strong between my lips
causing nausea 
at the slightest touch
and the way i am prone to 
slipping between the
cracks

Saturday night sick girl party underway.

i am observably unkempt
my stride broken by glass across the floor
leftover from the last time i was
forgetting you

this is weedy yards
overgrown bushes
& sunsets long gone
strummed too hard on worn out strings

caking brevity against my skin
in attempt to mask this
misty avenue gratification

cold & ancient

we were pure -
a stone bird
           blue and murmuring at dusk
through winter boughs
between long & lonely breaths

sweet summer fertile
                           )rain

forgive me

                                  (then there you were

A Parent’s Worst Fear.

orangeyouellis:

geeksandgaymers:

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Our boy has awful taste in men.

NEVER EVER NOT REBLOG

(via vagabondlanguage)

$114.75 for 2 new tires + 30 minutes labor + a nail removed from a back tire.

If my dad hadn’t been able to help me I would have just called into work all week and waited until Friday to get new tires.  But he helped me.  My dad’s always been there for me and I never feel like I can do enough to show that I’m appreciative.

verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 
verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 
verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 
verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 
verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 
verisimilis:

This is so aesthetically satisfying. 

just sing along til your throat is sore and hands are bruised from clenching.

Somehow I woke up on the “let’s cry before 9AM” side of the bed.