An ounce of honesty: Archive

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Aug 22nd

May 15th

they call me easy wonder if I’m sane I dance on tables I jump from planes they call me carefree they call me crude I run into the night ocean I curse like a dude we go out, pretend to almost kill ourselves, bond over what I’m willing to do and they’re not some misguided beginning of a movie it doesn’t mean you know me try, judge me by the company I keep they change by...

May 2nd

Good night

I feel broken, numb, closed off. My world doesn’t make sense. I feel fake. I used to be so genuine. What the fuck happened? Everything. Nothing. Too many things happened to a girl named sanjida. Who the fuck is sandy. She’s lost you see. I’ve left home too many times. I’ve loved once and pretended to move on too many times. I’ve been the poster child. But I’ve...

Apr 4th

pangs.

there are pangs, pangs of me missing pieces of my soul. when I left, he filled his missing pieces with pieces of crack. I lick my wounds by trying to convince myself that everything is exactly as it should be, that it wasn’t my fault. That I did nothing wrong. there are pangs, pangs of me missing pieces of my soul. and while I never picked up a knife or a gun, it feels like I killed a...

Mar 29th

stuff and nonsense

This is the part of the movie they fast forward with soulful music. You know where the main character is doing something completely unrelated to the pain she’s feeling, like folding laundry, or looking through the car windows as the rain beats down on the wipers. The silent struggle that seems artsy and meaningful. If the main character is a guy, this is the scene after he messes up and the...

Mar 28th

not all who wander

are lost. But these days, I find myself not being happy. I’m starting to think the biggest wars we fight are not fought with money and tanks and the blood of boys who are too young, broke and burdened to know any better. The biggest battles are those inside of us, without defeat or victory, the ones where we pit self vs self. You end up beating yourself up. All alone, all day, all night,...

Mar 23rd

Mar 21st

an exercise in expression

This year I’ve given up sex, drugs, alcohol, smoking and now twitter. Well, I haven’t given up twitter, just taking a break. It’s eating me up inside. Not the absence of an orgasm as it brims over you, poured over screams and tangled legs and shoulders. Not the clink of toasting strong whiskey and dances where we end up on the ground, like children ringing around a rosey, rosey...

Mar 14th

Mar 13th

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Mar 12th

1 tag

“u like to cook. are u a chief? lol”

– LEARN TO FUCKING SPELL.

Mar 11th

Lolz

The irony of that last post is that it’s not about what you think it’s about at all.

Mar 10th

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world which I find myself...”

– Edna St Vincent

Mar 10th

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Mar 9th

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Mar 8th

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Food Flags

mirthandwonder: In June 2009, participants of the Sydney International Food Festival recreated their national flags using their own local delicacies. Italy, Lebanon, Korea, Greece: France, India, Spain, Vietnam: Brazil, Japan, Switzerland, Australia: Via Toxel.

Mar 8th

6 tags