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Anonymous:
wat.

Go fuck yourself.

Anonymous:
are you gonna post any more poems soon? i kinda miss them... and you, actually... are you gonna post at all?

No. And most likely, no.

I’m done writing here. Maybe for good. Who knows.

Don’t talk to me.

Sunday, July 7, 2013
"Maps" by The Front Bottoms

purityprison:

The Front Bottoms - Maps

Thursday, July 4, 2013

oh, bee tee dubs

there will be no more writing posted on this blog.

so you can all go fuck yourselves.

in addition, all previously posted writing will be removed over the next few weeks or whenever i get around to it.

good day.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013
katejustkate:

this is a novella called Immense Immense Immense Loneliness
it’s really long but if you wanna read it/share it i will seriously love you forever and i know i said i was done with ebooks but i’m not really that done with them i don’t think
anyway it’s free :D
(also if you want a copy of this one i will absolutely send you one because i would be so flattered that i don’t really care how much it costs i’d just be honored you read it)

katejustkate:

this is a novella called Immense Immense Immense Loneliness

it’s really long but if you wanna read it/share it i will seriously love you forever and i know i said i was done with ebooks but i’m not really that done with them i don’t think

anyway it’s free :D

(also if you want a copy of this one i will absolutely send you one because i would be so flattered that i don’t really care how much it costs i’d just be honored you read it)

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

i fucked my best friend.
fucked her good and hard.
left her unable to walk and
completely unwilling to try.

and by fucked, i of course
mean slipped a nice, stainless
steel knife between ribs more
times than i care to count.

in the end, what’s the difference?

Sunday, June 30, 2013

in the end?

in the end, there was no
smile or joke, no laugh or
sigh,

just the wry smile, half-
cocked, hammer pulled, ready
to fly, two words, all his hope poured
out into a pair of syllables meaning
the world to anyone who heard

with a quick breath,
a sharp exhale,
one phrase left him leaving everyone,
everything,

"good luck."
he whispered,
turned his back,
walked away

receding less into the
sunset than fading to black
after the swinging doors
had swung their last.

Saturday, June 22, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013

perhaps a pitiful poet postulated
preemptive percussive permutations
performed pervasively, penetrating
preconceived punctuation and said,

"Yes, pity party for one, please."

anon
u hurtd
ma feels
now i gon
go //wrists

Tuesday, June 18, 2013
thetumblr-thisisatumblr:

I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today

Jefferson don’t care. Jefferson want that fine booty of the check-in lady…

thetumblr-thisisatumblr:

I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today

Jefferson don’t care. Jefferson want that fine booty of the check-in lady…

full circle means
having the ones you
disliked for no other
reason than they existed
tell you that you
above all others
deserve to be
happy.

and you
kinda
believe
them.

 
Fall Backward