"I don't even know why I try anymore. I feel like I should just apologize to everyone I meet in advance; 'Hello, my name is Marilyn, and yes, thank you for noticing, I am an utter failure.'"
Royce rolled his eyes and pushed her head into his chest. Whether the move was meant to comfort or muffle her compliant dirges was uncertain. "Mayor, come on, you're just absent minded is all... you didn't mean to crush Grant's chinchilla with your laptop... oh god don't cry, Mayor no don't... don't cry..." Royce patted her head rapidly, sweat forming on his neck. "Um, do you want a tissue? Or is it.. your time of the-"
"-shut U
If she could take him, mash him up, turn him into a cake and eat him, she would.
If she could have his skin and turn it inside out, wear it as a parka when it rained... she would.
If she could become him, take the form of a strand of perfect ashy hair, of a torn and chewed fingernail, of a spot of skin beneath the tattoo of a raven on his left shoulder that he did his best to hide.
She would.
"I don't even know why I try anymore. I feel like I should just apologize to everyone I meet in advance; 'Hello, my name is Marilyn, and yes, thank you for noticing, I am an utter failure.'"
Royce rolled his eyes and pushed her head into his chest. Whether the move was meant to comfort or muffle her compliant dirges was uncertain. "Mayor, come on, you're just absent minded is all... you didn't mean to crush Grant's chinchilla with your laptop... oh god don't cry, Mayor no don't... don't cry..." Royce patted her head rapidly, sweat forming on his neck. "Um, do you want a tissue? Or is it.. your time of the-"
"-shut U
Unanticipated
Unanticipated, as I showered
today, I watched long black strands of your hair
coil like water snakes toward the drain,
whipping their muscular way
toward the sewer, slipping through
the surge, singing silent songs of entropy
as they left me to cry
over the scent of your shampoo and the pitted
razor blades that did not leave with you
when death came to take you from our house
and, before the kitchen felt
my feet and fingers searching for
routine, before the bed unmade me
more than yesterday, I again
turned down the frames of you Id
set atop the shelves wed hung
to
I haven't done a journal in ages... and after meeting a kindred spirit and reading her 18th b-dizzle journal... I decided to be introspective and write something here ^.^
Things I've learned during these hellish 18 years:
1. You can't be brave without being scared. Sometimes the best thing to do is swallow your fears and march right into that scary, killer-ridden tattoo shop
2. You can't do everything on your own. Everyone needs help sometimes, and waiting until you're on your knees almost dead to ask is just stupid
3. Trying to please people is a waste of time. Be who you really are, and fuck the rest. They'll get over it =D
4. WRITE, d
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I've been working on my flickr recently (i just don't like the high school-esque popularity contest that deviantart has become), so go check it out if you feel the urge. I'm kinda proud of it, even though it's not perfect and even though I still have much to learn.
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Hey there! I see that its your birthday either now or very soon.. well, I hope you have a great one! Celebrate it to the fullest, its YOUR day! Best wishes. ~9th August.