Aw thank you! I love yours, following neow. I got it at Savers if you have one in your area. It’s very cheap but does the trick.
I. her body, this fragile shimmering suit that is hers. the tumor, the sarcoma, the black seam between her trembling lamb thighs.
II. in her sleep, she chews on a bubble gum from her dreams. always: the smell of raspberry of her sweet holes.
III. nymphets with gently rotting hearts, inserting all their coins in lollipop machines, selling small neck kisses when they’re indigent. sadness of the longing.
fill her mouth with forget-me-nots
plant rose seeds behind her eyelids
adore her when she vomits love avowals
and cries when you cum
her pastel makeup rain
New theme I’m in love
hito wa umareru yainaya shini mukau.
As soon as people are born they begin to die.
When I tell people I took a semester off the reaction I get is always so far from anticipated. I get ‘right on’ed and soon enough they start spilling how they are having the same doubts followed by thoughts of doing the same thing I am. Collectively, all my friends and everyone I’ve talk with on the subject have the same feelings. We all want to move far away and just live, work, and enjoy youth.
I just can’t decide if this makes us lazy or liberated.
The only honest answer everyone gives is a resounding ‘I don’t know’ we’re all a little lost. Maybe it’s the braver thing to quit and walk away then it is to continue doing something we’re unsure of. The sooner we move past feeling sorry for ourselves the sooner we give ourselves room to answer these questions.