Category Archives: Filth

gulping saltwater


“Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.” ― Isla J. Bick “So I go to the ocean to say goodbye… We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Somewhere on the side of HWY 71 lies my Saint … Continue reading

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Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me appreciate a good man when I found one.


     

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He has nice eyes and he’s tall


I hope he doesn’t suck. I won’t fuck him tonight. I hope he’s not as cute as he is in his photos. I am not going to fuck him tonight. Maybe I won’t like him at all. Hopefully I can … Continue reading

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Backsliding


I wish my smoking buddy G was here. She’d listen to me whine about HOW FUCKING UNFAIR YOU ARE BEING and then we’d laugh about what a dumbass I am. Yeah, he’s alive. Just ignoring me. I think I had … Continue reading

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Well the happy thoughts


Did nothing. He reminds me of Dr. Venture but since he’s not speaking to me 1) can’t tell him that and 2) I doubt he watches the Venture Bros anyway. Because he is not funny. He’s Bazooka Joe funny, unintentionally … Continue reading

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I hope (if I wake… you know the rest)


That I wake up in the morning with only the *good* before and after people still in my memories and life. Nothing else. Nothing of me but what I am to them. And I guess that would just leave no … Continue reading

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Trying like hell


To stop myself from thinking about her and the (billion trillion) things I could have (should have) done differently and how nothing that has happened in the last four months (yesterday, was it four months or four years ago or … Continue reading

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