i'm a big girl now.

your lookin at a registered student at Moorpark College.
weeeeeeeeew parents are gonna be so proud.

iwrite

no more of this free falling, my rope is gonna snap soon.
it feels great to swing and drift, drag my nails against the moon but

so many crumbs fall from my loaf, little nothings create a mess
slide the pile to the side
denial denial
oh gluttony of the selfish soul
keep stuffing
pushing
away the blemishes on my soul wont leave

swinging

add another brick to the wall
hiding everything i fear
confront
the disaster, the failure,
i've stepped on my glasses
broken
now my vision is all obscured
cracks
dents
holes
make these steps
this shortcut on the edge of the cliff
seem right

fading

jumping from island to island
with no destination
my treasure map was a trap
and although my ship is anchored
it can still drag away

flying is for fairy tales,
grow up

use your census

I'm searching for a new perfume, a spring/summer scent. I'm thinking something with jasmine or hints of Ralph Lauren Blue. mmmmm it's also gotta smell like this vvvvvvvvvv

heart-shaped box

Try and focus on the vision and triPpY art, not just the sexy screen time Kurt gets

silience is loud, i hear the noise already. my head is heavy with thoughts it might just wobble and roll off, over the sheets and under the bed, goodnight worries. Deflate this balloon while I nap ? No, forever the noise wraps over my shoulders as a backpack and weighs down my steps forward. Left Right Left Right

absorb

When the world arises in me,

It is just an illusion:

Water shimmering in the sun,

A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,

A serpent in a strand of rope.



From me the world streams out

And in me it dissolves,

As a bracelet melts into gold,

A pot crumbles into clay,

A wave subsides into water.



- Ashtavakra Gita 2: 9-10

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