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  2. angry-comics:

pretty self-indulgent sis

sometimes my only emotion is angry-comics

    angry-comics:

    pretty self-indulgent sis

    sometimes my only emotion is angry-comics

     
  3. Look guys it’s my spring camo

     
  4. Today: the Adventures of SpiderBall

     
  5. Springing all over the place

    Springing all over the place

     
  6. someone find me this gray ruffle button coat that Parker wore in season 1 episode 4 I love it

    someone find me this gray ruffle button coat that Parker wore in season 1 episode 4 I love it

     
  7. Hotel #23 (homesick)

    happierman:

    I no longer have two hearts beating in my chest.
    I have three hearts beating in my chest.
    I think four more in my belly.
    It changes.

    I can feel the booming,
    the shaking,
    through my body.

    I have dozens of tiny hearts,
    rattling,
    squeaking,
    in my ankles 
    and toes.

    I can feel them when I stand
    still. I stand
    still a lot - 

    Here in this rented room,
    In this town with a dry-erase name.

    I have no heart in my head,
    just a gray mass,
    a gray mess,
    that does not move.

    It stands still a lot, too.

    It quivers
    But only when you shake it,
    like a hug or
    a homemade cake or 
    a really soft cat.

    It does nothing 
    on its own.

    It is told what to do 
    by the hundreds of hearts,
    growing in
    and out
    of me.

    Even the 20 
    or so 
    strung across my chest 
    in a bandolier -

    Thick, throbbing bullets
    I can fire 
    when I need to.
    But mostly I do not,
    because the gun
    takes so long to load
    and even longer to clean.

    Plus, I have been drunk 
    all night
    alone,
    and my aim 
    is pretty bad.

    So I place a couple of 
    empty red shells
    in a couple of 
    empty silver cups,

    Walk down the carpet highway
    lined with a forest of 
    numbered flat trees.

    I caress a plastic button 
    that has a triangle on it.

    The wall opens and I stand 
    in a room as 
    my breath drops 
    below me,
    and later it rises
    above me.

    When a bell rings
    strangers stand about,
    without meaningful words,
    and I do not look at them
    as a common courtesy,
    for they have respected my 
    space by turning their backs to me.

    We all pretend to ignore the 
    pounding sound
    and the red round stain 
    growing beneath my feet.

    We ride the world together
    up and down
    until we do not.

    It is night, or it is not.
    They step out; I do not.
    I will stay here
    in this box
    Until I can not.

    I do not know where I am.
    I know where you are.
    There is a beating like clicking.
    Like a clock.
    Like a thing that counts days.

    I can do this.
    I can do this.

     
  8. sending out postcards 
studying all day 
eating steak with my parents 
buying frozen dinners for one
radio barefoot hardwood floor dancing 

good days

    sending out postcards
    studying all day
    eating steak with my parents
    buying frozen dinners for one
    radio barefoot hardwood floor dancing

    good days

     
  9. Mental health snapshot: low

     
  10. +5 portland points