December 2011
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his...
I give myself black eyes in the least badass way.
The first time, I was kneed in the eye
while helping my friend change her pants.
Now, i managed to have a rogue hanger
fly from my closet and hit me in the eye.
At least i look like a hard ass.
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I'm In Love.
Me: What will our life be like with children?
Brian: Beautiful.
I like Tumblr.
And I like the fact that no one follows me.
Its private, and yet,
the world has the opportunity
to see it.
Dear piece of shit mother,
I thank you, sincerely, for making my life hell.
For eighteen years.
I thank you, sincerely, for fucking up this fucked up family as much as you could.
For fucking a rapist who stole my father’s identity,
and racked up 30,000 dollars of debt
while he is in jail,
and completely helpless.
Why don’t I blame my father?
Because it wasn’t his fault.
Why do I blame you?
...
Material Happiness.
Tube Socks.
Kitties.
Long Hair.
Best Friends.
Musicals.
Ballet.
Cello.
The City.
Rainbows.
Eyeliner.
Quiet Time.
Loud Music.
