When I was twenty I convinced the appropriate people to allow me to live in a seedy apartment alone in the town where I went to school. I worked a part time job that paid well for a college student and I always had completely full coarse loads that kept me tapping away at my laptop until the wee…
Okay, so this is a flyer idea, obviously writing will be in the blank bit? Does it look stupid or okay? I know…. I’m not picasso.
I’m 18 going on 28,
This past year i’ve moaned about a bunch of shit, but fuck, i’ve come so far.
And nothing is going to stop me from chasing my dreams, even if it takes longer than others.
Who can say they moved out at the age of 17 to live independently, got a job to pay for themselves fully and go back to college so they can get into uni next year after all the shit thats been thrown at me.
I’ve done well.
I’m doing well.
And i will continue to do so.
“…once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
- The Velveteen Rabbit
(Source: dryingthebones, via wordreign)
I imagined the space where your body would be:
caught up and torn up and washed out
to sea.
I followed your outline in the evening,
sitting across, our eyes in perfect harmony.
credit to greener-state.tumblr.com
Not being able to say something to someone because there are boundaries you can’t cross.
It’s like punching you’re fist through a 100 pieces of cellophane and getting stuck in the middle of it.
I want to be with my mom, in a house without my stepfather.
Or on my own, i’d love to live on my own.
But right now my feelings are tight, bound. Even on here.
I need a drink now.
I sound like such a huge pervert, but i love when reading books… in the middle the two people that you really want to be together, get together… and have really great sex. But the way it is written is really quite endearing. Like when they’re curled together as one, and when every touch is like a warm feeling of immense pleasure and how they’re bodies move as a rhythm. I just love sex…
A man, old. Tall with white hair, white beard and clothing that would look like he was an archeologist. He steps foot in the house.
He’s teeth are jagged, pointed. He puts a child on the bed and attaches him to cold metal chains. He opens his head in a perfect cylinder then gauges on the flesh that is his brain. The child is screaming but it goes unnoticed. he picks out particular parts of his brain then leaves.
Next we are at a dinner table, about 10 of us, everything white, a long rectangle of a table with a silk cloth covering. Everyone around me looks wealthy. Prestigious. The man who played with the brain is there, he throws me a knowing grin. He tells us about the meat we are eating which is covered in a slimy batter. He tells us it is brain.
We all throw up, but the sick is a grey liquid. Pretty gross.
The next thing that happens is me looking over a cliff, there are loads of black children saying there is no future and jumping off it.
Now i’m at the bottom of the cliff, and i can see kids jumping off it. But they land in a spider web, so large. They go about un damaged and walk into a little hut where there is an old woman that feeds them soup.
Now…. Why the fuck did i dream about this?! I watched a movie on sky premiere last night called ‘the rebound’… a nice fluffy comedy. And then i dream about something that could be a thriller movie or a horror. Oh Annie-Rose.
Its pretty hard to write about.
But love conquers everything. It’s pure, it’s true that it’s not jealous, it’s happiness and comfort and all things that make you feel fuzzy inside.
It’s the thing that gets me up every single day.
And it’s what will get you all up too.
Don’t ever take advantage of love.
